The sky cracked open like glass.
A beam of silver light shot down through the clearing, striking Ivy’s body as her scream shattered the silence. Kael lunged toward her, but the power repelled him—an invisible force flinging him back across the field. Ember’s flames roared defensively, coiling around Ivy in protective spirals, but even fire bowed before the magic flooding her veins.
She hovered an inch above the ground, eyes glowing with molten silver.
The third mark.
The mark of the Forsaken Moon had awakened.
A circular symbol burned on Ivy’s wrist, different from the other two. This one shimmered with chaos energy, crescent-shaped and constantly shifting—like it couldn’t decide whether it was whole or broken.
Kael’s breath caught in his throat.
“She’s… not just a Flameborn or Shad
