The silence did not last.
It never did.
Not anymore.
Luna felt it first—not with her ears, but with the part of her soul that now understood the structure of reality.
The calm they had created was not peace.
It was pause.
A temporary alignment.
A fragile equilibrium held together by truth, will, and a bond that reality itself had reluctantly accepted.
Kael stood beside her.
Still real.
Still present.
But different now.
Not changed in appearance.
Changed in existence.
Like something inside him had been rewritten just enough for the universe to stop rejecting him.
He flexed his fingers slowly.
“I can still feel it,” he murmured.
Luna turned toward him.
“What?”
Kael’s expression darkened.
“Something watching.”
Selene appeared a few steps away, her form still fractured but
