C69 THE CONFLICT BETWEEN CREATION

The wind changed.

Elara felt it before she heard it – the delicate hum that pierced through the valley’s calm, vibrating like a heartbeat beneath the soil. The grass around her bent toward the east, as if drawn to some unseen power.

Damon’s hand found hers. His pulse was steady, but his eyes… not. Half gold, half black, their light fluctuated — a reflection of two worlds at battle inside him