Selene's POV

The rocks were cold against my back.

I could feel them pressing into my spine, sharp and unyielding. The taste of blood filled my mouth, thick and metallic. My body was broken, shattered by the fall from the cliff above.

I should have been dead.

But I was not.

The Doom Moon hung above me, its crimson light spilling across my broken body. I could feel it seeping into my wounds, warm and ancient, like a mother's touch. The light was strange and hungry, turning the familiar rocks into something sinister.

I tried to move, but my limbs would not obey. My bones were shattered, my muscles torn....