The sky over the Blackfang Stronghold had turned the color of a bruised lung. The sun, once Gwen's source of warmth and identity, felt like a distant, dying ember. It no longer called to her. There was no pull in her chest toward the light, no golden hum in her veins. Instead, there was a hollow space where her Solar core had once burned—a vast, silent cavern that was rapidly filling with something else.
It was the Moon Void.
It was the power of the spaces between stars, the absolute zero of the celestial dark. It wasn't the "silver resonance" that Kaelen carried; his was a life-giving, mending light.
Gwen's new power was predatory. It was a coldness that didn't just freeze—it erased.
