It happened on a Thursday morning while Seraphina was changing Luna's diaper.
No warning. No cosmic buildup. Just a regular morning—Luna kicking her feet, Seraphina humming softly, sunlight streaming through the nursery windows. The kind of normal moment they'd been desperately trying to preserve.
Then Luna looked up at her mother with those silver-gold eyes and said, clear as a bell: "Peace."
The word hung in the air for a split second. Seraphina froze, one hand holding a clean diaper, the other on Luna's stomach.
Through their connection, she felt it—power exploding outward from Luna like a shockwave, invisible but massive, spreading at impossible speed. Not just through London. Through Britain. Europe. Across oceans and continents, wrapping around the entire planet in seconds.
And everything stopped.
