POV: Mira
Under the swirling blades and clashing steel, Mira moved like a force of nature…fierce, unrelenting. She carved a path through the enemy lines, every swing of her arm trailing sparks. Around her, Cassian fought at her side, his blade a silver arc cutting through shadow.
Lila’s flank crackled as she hurled flame spheres from her palms, but she was careful, precise. No indiscriminate s*******r. Even in this chaos, discipline held.
Yet as the battle raged, a new terror-struck Mira’s heart. Among the enemy riders she saw shapes clad in her father’s old armor…sigils of Mooncrest defaced, painted black. She spun, throwing a bolt of fire at one who advanced too quickly. But even as the horseman fell, Mira’s chest tightened.
“That’s… impossible,” she gasped, recognizing the crest be
