Zara’s POV
The sky broke open with arrows.
For a split second, they looked almost beautiful—black lines stitching moonlight into violence.
Then they hit.
Wood shattered against shields. Stone cracked. Men shouted as impact rippled through the wall like a living thing.
Greyson didn’t move.
Not at first.
He watched the valley like a king measuring the cost of everyone’s arrogance.
Then he lifted his sword.
“Hold the line!”
The command didn’t just carry—it hit. Every Blood Moon warrior on the wall straightened as if pulled by invisible force.
Davon slammed into position beside an archer unit.
“Return fire! Make them regret geometry!”
Kael appeared on my other side like he had always been there.
“You should move back.”
“I should not.”
A pause.
“Predictable.”
Below, Seraphine
