The Miracle Luna
The training was brutal after that.
Mikah didn’t hold back. He pushed me beyond what I thought I could bear—tearing down my fear, my guilt, my shame—until the raw core of what I was stood exposed in the moonlight. My veins burned. My body bled light and shadow alike. It was like walking through fire, barefoot and blindfolded, again and again.
But still… I tried.
Again.
And again.
Until dawn, something in me broke—and reformed.
I didn’t need words. I didn’t need spells.