Chapter 94

Seris’s POV

Sacrifices. Swords. A baby. Evil. A moon goddess. Valeria. Powers. A desperate fight. Resurrection. Drift­ing clouds.

My thoughts tumbled in a chaotic whirlwind as I snapped my eyes open. The sky above was a blur of graying clouds, heavy with snow. My body felt heavy and cold, pressed against the frozen ground. I groaned and forced myself to roll onto my side, each movement sending a sharp sting through my frost-numbed limbs. Where was I—and why was I lying in the snow?

I blinked, trying to clear the swirling images in my mind: a gleaming blade slicing through the darkness, a child’s terrified cry, the radiant face of a moon goddess, and the name Valeria trailing behind like a curse. My heart pounded as I realized I stood amid the aftermath of a battle—or perhaps the very heart of the fray itself. Snow crusted over broken shields, shattered weapons, and the muddied tracks of bodies dragged across the white field. Confusion and dread coiled in my