Prophecy of the Final Moon
The canyon was quiet now—eerily so.
No more whispers, no more echoes. Only the low wind that moved like breath through the broken stone.
Selene stood at its edge, the golden-silver light of the merged suns glinting off her hair. Kaen prowled beside her, restless. The child stood a few feet away, eyes fixed on the empty air where Lucien’s echo had vanished.
“It’s over,” the child whispered. “But it doesn’t feel finished.”
Selene nodded slowly. “Because the void never ends with silence. It ends with truth.”
The Heart pulsed inside her chest, faint and slow, as if agreeing. A faint hum trembled through the ground beneath their feet.
Kaen’s ears twitched. He growled once, turning toward the center of the canyon.
A shimmer appeared there—soft at first, like he
