Sasha’s POV
The Blood Moon rose like a wound in the heavens.
Huge. Red. Watching.
It hung over the battlefield like an omen carved into the sky—its crimson light bleeding across the snowy fields, turning ice to rust and shadows to war-born ghosts. Even the clouds had fled the sky, as if terrified of what was about to unfold beneath them.
We stood at the edge of the world.
Or that’s what it felt like.
Beyond the ridge: the Hollow King’s army. A sea of blackened steel and pale bone banners that rippled like skinless wings. Wolves with glowing eyes prowled between the soldiers—unnatural things with breath that smoked and fangs that dripped shadow. War drums echoed like distant thunder, deep and slow, like the beating heart of something ancient and cruel.
And I stood wrapped in fire.
