The Veil should have calmed after he left.
Instead, it grew worse.
The silver mist that once flowed like quiet water now twisted violently between the ancient pillars. The sky flickered in uneven pulses, like a heartbeat skipping inside the bones of the world.
I stared at the moon.
The fracture was no longer subtle.
A thin crack of darkness ran across its surface like a scar splitting open.
My stomach tightened.
“That wasn’t there yesterday,” I said quietly.
Caelum didn’t answer immediately.
He stood beside me at the cliff’s edge, his ancient gaze fixed on the sky.
Finally he exhaled.
“No,” he said. “It wasn’t.”
Cold dread crawled up my spine.
“He said the moon is dying.”
“Yes.”
“You don’t sound surprised.”
Caelum turned to look at me.
“I suspected something was wrong afte
