Silver fire poured from Aria — not just around her, but through her, from the very core of who she was. The light wasn't heat or flame. It was something older. Colder. Stronger. The power of the last Moon Wolf, awakened at last.
The Wraith's red fire roared back, wild and furious. The two forces collided in a storm of light, shaking the very air. But the silver refused to yield, holding its ground like the promise of dawn.
"Get off me! I'll burn you alive!" the Wraith shrieked, its voice splintering the night, echoing like a storm breaking over stone.
But Aria stood firm, arms tightening around the creature, holding it as if her will alone could chain it. The cold fire threaded through her veins, through her skin, and into the creature's blackened heart.
"This isn't who you are," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. "I won't let go. Not until this ends."
