The cold dawn bathed the academy in a pale light as Ari stepped onto the frost-laced balcony. Her breath plumed into the air, mingling with the heavy silence of a world caught between chaos and prophecy.
Inside the war room, the verse still echoed:
"When lock and key awaken beneath the veil, The world shall shatter or be reborn. Bound in blood, in bond, in truth— The Moon’s children hold the storm."
It was no longer a riddle. It was a directive.
And she was the key.
Ari closed her eyes. Her magic simmered just beneath the surface, coiled like a silver flame. The bond between her and Luca had deepened in the wake of the prophecy’s revelation. Their Moonblood lineage wasn’t just rare—it was central to the fate of all realms.
But time was running out.
Seraphine had begun her final move
