Chapter Thirty Five: The Howling Gate
The wind howled like a living thing as Aurora and Kael crested the jagged ridge. Before them, nestled between ancient, ice-bitten peaks, stood the remnants of a forgotten shrine—moonstone pillars cracked with age, vines coiled like sleeping serpents around their base. At the center, carved into a massive slab of obsidian, was a circular gate etched with runes that pulsed faintly under the twilight sky.
Kael exhaled slowly. “This is it. The Howling Gate.”
Aurora nodded, her heart thrumming with anticipation. “The last piece.”
The ancient texts Elara deciphered spoke of this place—where the Moonborn ancestors once crossed between worlds, sealing great power beyond the veil. If they were right, behind this gate lay the Lunaris Core, a crystalline frag
