The violet light that shimmered around them was neither day nor night. It was memory and future colliding—unfolding in slow spirals as Luna, Knox, Mira, and Saffy stepped through the newly opened path.
The air was heavy, not with heat, but with resonance. Every step they took echoed like they were walking through the bones of something ancient. The trees here didn’t just whisper—they watched.
Luna adjusted her grip on the satchel that now buzzed with residual magic from the Grove. Her fingers still glowed faintly at the tips, and her eyes hadn’t stopped flickering with unnatural gold since she accepted the Grove’s memory.
Saffy had commented helpfully, “You look like you swallowed a constellation and got attitude as a side effect.”
But beneath the jokes, they all felt the shift.
Luna
