The palace grounds were eerily silent, the heavy fog rolling in from the darkened forest surrounding the citadel. It was a time for reckoning, a time where the earth itself seemed to tremble beneath the power rising from within Sienna and Ryder. The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, casting its malevolent red glow over the kingdom, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold.
Sienna stood on the edge of the palace courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. Her silver blood, still fresh on her hands from the confrontation with Ryder, glistened in the dim light. It was strange, the sensation of her blood coursing through her body felt different now, as if every drop pulsed with a strange, ancient energy. The prophecy, the weight of it, gnawed at her mind, urging her to take action.
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