THE PULSED OF THE RING
I couldn’t hear anything. No wolves. No growls. No shouts from Laurence or Tagi. Only the ring. It hummed against my chest like a living thing. My heartbeat had synced with it, slow and thunderous, as though something inside me had uncoiled — ancient, wild, and waiting. Then the cave disappeared. I stood in a vast forest, bathed in silver-blue light. Moonlight poured down through trees so tall they touched the stars. Fog curled around my feet, glowing faintly like mist made of memory. Before me stood a woman cloaked in white fur, her hair braided with bones, her skin tattooed with runes that shimmered. She had eyes like mine, storm-colored, filled with fire and knowing. "Jezz," she said, not with her mouth, but directly into my mind. "You have crossed into the river of blood and m
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