The Last Light of the Moon
The world was ending.
Not with fire.
Not with screams.
Not with armies marching across kingdoms.
It was ending quietly.
Piece by piece.
A flower in the royal gardens turned gray before falling apart.
The rivers stopped moving.
The stars above disappeared one by one.
The Void did not destroy.
It erased.
And that was far more terrifying.
Because destruction meant something had existed before.
Erasure meant there was nothing left to remember.
Isabella stood at the edge of the palace balcony, watching the impossible wound in the sky.
The Void had arrived.
And for the first time in history...
Every powerful being stood together.
Yet nobody moved.
Not because they were afraid.
Because they were trying to understand how to fight something that wa
