The Blood Moon cast its crimson light over the castle courtyard. Lyra felt a pull deep within her body.
Every time she looked into Seren's eyes, whispers echoed in her mind without end.
"What will you do… if you knew this curse would make you forget part of yourself?" the voice asked.
Seren stepped closer, golden eyes filled with sorrow and pain.
"I need you to set me free… but you must trade a part of your memory for it," he said.
Lyra's heart pounded. She had never imagined love and a curse could intertwine like this.
Yet deep inside, she felt that if she did not act… both worlds would collapse.
"I… am ready," she whispered, firm and unwavering.
Seren nodded, his form beginning to glow with a faint golden light.
The blood-bound curse began to flow through Lyra… and everything changed.