The air was cool the next morning. Mist hung low across the Vale, clinging to the rocks and trees like quiet watchers. Dew sparkled on the moss, and birds called softly from the branches. I sat cross-legged near the pool where moonlight still shimmered on the surface, even though the sun had already risen.
Everything was quiet. The kind of quiet that feels full, like the world is waiting.
Orrin stood behind me. He didn't speak. He never rushed. He always let the stillness teach before his voice did. I could feel his presence, steady and calm, like a tree that had weathered a thousand storms.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low and firm. "The fourth way is Lunar Enchantment. It is not a thing of spells or chants. It is intention, woven into matter through the will of the moon."
I nodded slowly. I didn't fully understand. But something about the words rang true, like a memory buried deep inside me.
