As I looked up at the moon and spoke those words,
a sudden flash burst from its surface, bathing the world in light.
In that moment—
everything stopped.
Time froze.
My thoughts went blank.
And then, darkness pulled me under.
But Syaoran—the Wolf King—remained awake.
He turned toward me in shock, calling my name, trying to shake me—
And then…
Something extraordinary happened.
My body began to rise.
Lifted from the swing by an invisible force, I floated gently upward, drawn to the moonlight.
Syaoran stepped forward instinctively—
but he couldn't move.
It was as though chains bound his body, holding him still.
Then—
from my chest, a soft violet glow bloomed.
A stone—one I never knew existed—emerged from within me.
It hovered, pulsing with power, drifting toward the sky.
But it changed direction.
It turned.
And shot—straight into Syaoran's chest.
My body dropped like a falling leaf.
Syaoran cried out, clutching his heart as power surged through him.
He wanted to run to me—
But something was awakening.
Power. Ancient and untamed.
It swelled inside him, flooding every corner of his being.
His true form stirred—
Majestic. Wild. Boundless.
Then a whisper echoed in his ears:
> "This stone belongs to you.
She is your savior…"
And the world went dark.
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The Next Morning
We awoke at home.
Syaoran was already up, acting like nothing had happened.
He looked over his shoulder. "Come and eat."
My head ached as I sat across from him.
While eating, I rubbed my forehead. "Did something happen last night?"
He paused, spoon mid-air.
"…No," he said casually. "You fell asleep on the swing. I brought you home."
I tilted my head. "But… I remember a flash from the moon…"
Another pause.
Then a forced smile.
"You were dreaming."
I wanted to question him more.
But then—I glanced at the clock and jumped.
"I'm late!"
I dashed out the door with toast in hand.
Syaoran sat at the table, unmoving.
The whisper echoed again in his mind—
> "She is your savior…"
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🌑 Meanwhile… in the Lycan Kingdom
The King's grandfather opened his eyes from deep meditation.
His breath caught.
Without a word, he rose and made his way to the Heart Connection Room.
The Queen, sensing his urgency, followed him in silence.
As she entered the shimmering chamber, she saw his expression—
He was smiling.
"Grandfather?" she asked, breathless. "What's happening?"
He turned to her, pride gleaming in his eyes.
"You came at the perfect time," he said. "I was about to tell you…"
"Tell me what?"
He pressed his palm to the glowing chamber.
"The stone. It has returned."
Her eyes widened.
"You mean… the stone? The one we lost during the war?"
He nodded slowly.
"The World-Changing Stone.
The one your husband once carried…
The one that vanished in the final battle."
"It has found its way back."
The Queen's lips parted in disbelief. Tears welled in her eyes.
"Then… my son is alive."
The grandfather nodded.
"And growing stronger," he whispered.
"He is not only alive…
He has received the stone's blessing."