Zylia’s POV
The sound of the impact echoed through the trees.
“Killian!” I shouted, rushing forward before my body stopped itself again, right at the edge of that invisible barrier.
He groaned, pushing himself off the tree.
His armor was dented, dust smeared across his jaw.
The field between us pulsed once, faintly silver, as if mocking us both.
“Don’t…” he said hoarsely, raising a hand, his voice sharp with warning. “Don’t come any closer.”
I froze. The air shimmered again between us.
The field rippled like liquid light, bending the space itself.
“What is this?” I whispered.
He shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “Something old. Something divine.”
His eyes darted to where I stood, his expression unreadable. “The Moon put this here.”
I frowned. “The Moon?”
He nodded on
