Chapter 69 Recover

• They worked together by the river. Aria gathered stones, smoothing their surfaces with her palms. Her mother’s hands guided hers, showing how to crush fragments, how to fuse them with star-ash until a faint radiance pulsed from within.
• Step by step, they polished the glass. It gleamed like frozen starlight. With a shard of obsidian, her mother etched the sigil, they were precise strokes forming the seven-pointed star, crescent curling protectively around it.
• “Now,” her mother whispered, pricking Aria’s finger lightly. A drop of blood fell onto the sigil, seeping into the grooves. The Glass flared briefly to her surprise, as if recognizing its owner.