The cliff was already ruined.
But when Elara’s shadow-colossus collided with the First Hunger, the cliff wasn’t merely destroyed.
It died.
Stone split like brittle bone, crumbling into the storming ocean below. The sky tore open with streaks of spiraling black-silver light.
Wolves still on their feet tried to retreat, but the cliff quaked beneath them, cracking the once-solid ground into a trembling mosaic of floating slabs.
Ronan stood at the center of the devastation, massive Midnight Wolf form bristling with fury and awe. His fur rippled like living shadow; silver veins pulsed beneath, reacting to Elara’s power like a second heartbeat.
He stared upward, chest heaving, at Elara suspended in the sky.
She wasn’t entirely herself anymore.
She wasn’t entirely someone else either.
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