Episode 21: Broken Mirrors and Blood Moons The city of Nightmoor was breathing—if fog-choked alleys, haunted gutters, and spectral streetlamps could breathe. With the Heartstone destroyed, something vital in the city had shifted. The balance was tipping. But toward what, no one could say. Kai Velden stood atop the cracked spire of Old Bellhowl Tower, watching as ghost trails streamed overhead, no longer bound to their Council-forged borders. The sky bled a strange light—not dawn, not dusk, but a bruised in-between. Below, the city stirred with a dangerous hush. Lira joined him, her movements stiff from injuries sustained in the Council fight. Her golden eyes scanned the horizon. “The Rifted are still out there,” she said. Kai didn’t answer. He already knew. Back at the HQ (which wa

