The night just went on and on above the ruins, stars like a million silent eyes watching. The last bit of light from the old days? Gone from the temple. Now, only the moon threw silver light on the broken stones… and our shaky hearts.
Ren, he was just sitting there on the steps out of the inner part, staring at the forest moving in this soft, sad way. You could tell his chest still hurt from the relic's pulse, like it had woken something ancient inside him. The Beast Sovereign's mark, you know?
Lyra stood close by, half in shadow, her breath making little clouds in the cold. Her uniform was ripped at the sleeve, showing these little cuts that looked like stardust on her skin.
"Ren," she said, quiet but strong, even though she was dead tired. "That power… it went wild for you. Why is tha
