Chapter 170

**Lyra**

The world shimmered with silver light, the air humming softly as if the moon itself was breathing.

I stood in the middle of the clearing, my bare feet sinking into soft, dewy grass. Everything felt… alive. The leaves trembled, not with fear but with reverence. The stars overhead burned brighter, their glow casting ripples across the sky.

I knew this place.

This was where it always began.