Beneath Two Worlds
The journey east took three days under twin skies.
By dawn, gold light flooded the valleys; by night, silver washed the land clean again. Between those hours, the faint pulse of crimson shimmered on the horizon—the Blood Moon rising before its time.
Selene felt it tugging at her with every step. It wasn’t malevolent this time, not yet. It was calling.
Kaen led the way through a canyon where cliffs glittered like obsidian mirrors. The child walked beside Selene, quieter since the attack, one hand pressed to the faint scar on its shoulder.
“Why does the moon bleed again?” it asked softly.
Selene glanced upward. “Because balance remembers its wounds.”
They reached the place at sunset—a valley split cleanly in half by light and shadow. At its center stood what remaine
