Aria…..
“Congratulations to the contestants who have proven themselves worthy!” Beta Varric’s tone was loud, proud, and formal. “For the final stage, you will duel. The one who stands at the end shall be named Luna.”
The crowd roared, chanting, clapping. My stomach dropped.
I wasn’t ready for this. I could barely breathe, let alone fight.
Serena stood across from me, radiant and cruel, her white hair gleaming under the moonlight like frost. There wasn’t a single mark on her — not one sign of the battle she’d just fought. She looked like victory personified. Beside her stood Giselle, tall and poised, a long silver spear in hand.
Both of them turned to me with matching smiles. Sinister, knowing.
“Poor Aria,” Serena called, her voice honeyed. “Still bleeding? Maybe you should’ve stayed
