(Unknown POV)
The moon was full—but different.
It sat too low in the sky, veiled in an eerie violet haze. It pulsed rather than glowed, a slow throb like a heartbeat echoing across the trees. The Forsaken felt it in their bones. And Maria... she heard it whisper.
They were already waking.
The Buried Ones.
She has to do something to stop them otherwise, It would be almost impossible to stop the destruction they will cause in this world. They didn’t belong to this world, so they should remain in their own world… The world of graves and buried souls.
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The journey to the Hollow Stone Citadel was made in silence. Maria rode alone, escorted by two of the masked Council sentinels and trailed at a distance by Joseph, Luca, and a handful of loyal Forsaken w
