Vesper laughed, a sound like cracking ice. “Show me this song, child.”
Kael didn’t answer. He was staring at his own hands. The threads weren’t just light. They were a language. A map. secret of wings cast
Kael looked at Elara. She nodded. Together, they lifted into the air—his left wing of frost, her right of flame. And they pulled the threads. Not just between them, but into the earth, into the roots of the dead pine, into the frozen stream. The threads ignited. Vesper laughed, a sound like cracking ice