Mira’s POV
The world was dazzling white. For a minute, I felt weightless, as if poised between universes. Then the light dissipated, exposing the camp in turmoil.
The land had been burned, tents torn as if by a hurricane. In the middle stood the First Luna, her figure glowing with ethereal light.
She turned to me, eyes like molten silver. "The reckoning has begun," she intoned, her voice reverberating in my head.
I moved forward, pulse hammering. "What do you mean? What reckoning?"
She lifted a hand, and pictures filled my vision: conflicts, s*******r, the planet teetering on the verge of catastrophe. "The equilibrium between light and shade has been broken. You, Mira, are the key to restoring it."
Cassian approached; his look apprehensive. "What is she saying?" "That I'm the ve
