Tyla’s POV
The Core
Silence.
Not the peacefTyla’s voice cut through the realm like a blade.
Not a whisper.
Not a plea.
A scream.
“Arthur!”
My entire body convulsed with the sound. It didn’t matter that the moon realm crushed everything—sound, movement, thought. Her voice broke rules. Broke equilibrium. Broke me.
The silver storm around me trembled, rippling like something alive was suddenly afraid.
Good.
It should be.
Because I wasn’t stopping.
Not here.
Not now.
Not ever.
I pushed forward—if you could call it pushing. There was no ground, no sky, no direction. The place didn’t obey physics. It obeyed will.
And my will was a f*****g hurricane.
“Tyla!” I roared again, swinging my arms through the thick silver fog, forcing a path through it by brute instinct alone. “Answer
