Selene’s POV

I did not move.

The crack was small, no wider than a strand of hair, running across the stone like a fresh scar. Red light leaked through it, staining the cliff in a color that belonged to neither the moon nor the stars.

Then I saw the smile.

It was not a face or a mouth. It was simply a curved shape within the red light, something that should not have existed.

I stared at it.

It stared back.

I slowly drew my sword.

Silver fire erupted around my fingers, filling the cliff with pale light. The crack remained open.

The smile widened.

A faint sound reached me....