Emily Rosewood’s Point of View.
The Hollow and the Moonfall Ruins, nine weeks and twenty-six days after the gate closed
Three days after the Gate sealed, the Hollow was quiet. Too quiet.
The fires of war had died, but the smoke lingered in every breath. The crumbled halls of the citadel were filled with the wounded, with warriors who no longer had a war to fight. And above them all sat me—half healed, half broken—staring at the sky that looked too bright for what the world had lost.
Nessa was gone.
Gone in fire, light, and sacrifice.
Gone by choice.
But I had not dreamed since.
Not even once.
And that scared me more than anything.
Because Nessa had always come to me in dreams. Always. Even in the Veil. Even across time.
Now—nothing.
Only silence.
And silence is the cruelest ki
