Arthur’s POV
The moment the rift spat me out, the world shifted.
Light bent sideways. The ground tilted like I’d stepped into the ribs of a dying star. The air was sharp enough to slice my lungs. Everything—sky, stone, shadows—was silver, metallic, humming like the whole realm was alive and watching.
But I didn’t see any of it.
I saw her.
Tyla.
She stood across the vast, shimmering expanse, chest heaving, silver fire blistering under her skin like a star trapped in a human body. Her eyes were too bright, too wild, too full of pain she was trying to hide.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
“Tyla—”
Her lips parted—relief, fear, something soul-deep I couldn’t name.
But then—
A figure stepped between us.
The Lunar Sovereign.
The monster who took her.
I didn’t think. I didn’t breat
