Eleanora’s POV

The cold didn’t touch me as we made our way home.

My body was sore, my clothes tattered, and exhaustion dragged at every step. But I had Gannon beside me. Nova and Jayden ahead. And behind us, the shattered legacy of something ancient that no longer haunted the world.

The Hollow One was gone.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had stayed.

The black shard.

It had pulsed in my mind as I sealed it away, thrumming like a drumbeat from another lifetime. I’d whispered the words of binding from deep within my bloodline, but still, it resisted. It didn’t want to be forgotten.

And maybe…...