The rooftop had disappeared above her, swallowed by the abyss of the sky. Sumaya felt weightless, suspended in the cruel grip of gravity as the world unraveled beneath her. The stadium lights stretched like broken shards of glass, streaking past her as she plummeted. The roar of the students —cheers, chants, and the rhythmic pounding of drums—had distorted into a hollow, echoing murmur, indifferent to her fall.
Ulva's face burned in her memory. That ruthless smirk, the shadowed malice in her gaze — it fueled Sumaya's anger more than the terror did. _Is this how it ends?_ The thought clawed at her mind, cold and unrelenting. Had the prophecy been nothing more than a cruel lie? Avanaya had believed in her, claimed she was the Moonchild meant to restore balance between worlds. Yet here she was — tumbling through the night, powerless.
She hadn't even met her birth mother.
