The sacred grounds pulsed with ancient energy.
Nestled deep in the woods just beyond the edge of the Snow Kingdom, a hidden clearing flickered with the light of ceremonial flames. The stones, aged and carved with runes older than any written tongue, glowed faintly under the silver watch of the full moon. The air itself buzzed with the whisper of spirits, the pulse of magic, and the distant breath of something vast, divine… waiting.
At the center stood Nicole.
She knelt slowly, her breath uneven, her hands placed protectively over her pregnant belly. Her skin shimmered with a strange sheen, a glow caught between gold and shadow. Though still mortal in body, her essence had begun to shift. Her children stirred within her as if the power of the night itself called them forward.
