Chapter 60 – The Final Eclipse Begins
The night sky had never looked so wrong.
The moon, swollen and crimson, hung over Aeloria like a wound in the heavens. Its light painted the ruined camp in shades of blood, turning every drop of rain into streaks of scarlet. Wolves huddled together, their fur bristling, their eyes wide. Some howled mournfully, others fell silent, as if sound itself had been stolen from their throats.
But all eyes were on Seren.
She stood in the center of the devastation she had wrought, her skin still glowing faintly, the runes carved into her flesh burning like molten silver. Her chest rose and fell in ragged bursts, her hair plastered to her face with rain and sweat. Her gaze was locked on the sky, transfixed, terrified, enthralled.
The eclipse had begun—and wit
