Far beyond Bloodstone territory, in places where the veil between species still held fragile peace, the ripple spread.
Witches in hidden circles lifted their heads in the middle of spellwork, sensing the sudden snap of power torn from one of their own. Sirens beneath dark waters stirred, their songs fractured with unease, eyes glowing faintly in the depths. And wolves, even those belonging to packs hundreds of miles away, shifted uneasily, their instincts screaming at the sudden rupture in balance.
In a cavern deep within the mountains, an old being opened his eyes for the first time in centuries. His voice echoed into the darkness, low and grim:
“It begins again.”
The ripple spread like cracks in glass, carrying a single truth across the supernatural world:
The war Selene once ended
