The moon returned to silver, but the damage had already spread. Across the land, strange storms brewed tempests that sang in forgotten tongues, and lightning that struck in geometric patterns rather than natural lines. The very elements had begun to remember something... ancient. Alien.
And they were changing.
So was Aria.
Elizabeth stood at the training fields, watching her daughter with unease. Aria was no longer just fast she moved with the grace of a predator who knew the heartbeat of the world. Her light, once warm and golden, now shimmered with hues of celestial blue and radiant crimson.
“She’s not just awakening,” Saelith whispered at her side. “She’s transforming.”
Elizabeth didn’t respond immediately. “The being from the rift called her the Dawn Star.”
Saelith’s expression d
