C129 THE VILLAGE OF THE THREE MOONS

Elara didn’t know how long she had been falling.

When her body finally hit solid ground, it wasn’t the fiery stone of the Abyss, nor the cold throne room of the Sovereign…

It was soil.

Warm, living soil.

Her fingers dug into it as she gasped for air, her lungs burning from the drop. For a moment, she wondered if she had died. The breeze carried the aroma of night-blooming flowers