The silver void erupted. Light surged through the fractures of existence. The Original Door shook violently. Reality screamed. And for the first time since its awakening. The First Fear stepped backward. The movement was small. Barely noticeable. Yet every being present understood its significance. Fear was retreating. Not because it had been overpowered. Not because it had been defeated. But since one person would not yield to it. Luna was positioned inside the collapsing void space. Breathing heavily. Her body trembled. Her heart pounded. Every terrible possibility still existed. Every nightmare remained real. Nothing had changed. And somehow Everything had changed. The First Fear stared at her. Its many moving faces going through feelings it had never shown earlier. Confusion. Disbelief
