Deep within the ruins of the witch temple, silence fell as Selene Bloodmoon listened to the report before her.
The surviving witch knelt low, her body still trembling.
“My lady… the Moonborn is stronger than we anticipated.”
Selene said nothing at first.
She stepped slowly down from the altar, her dark cloak trailing behind her like a shadow.
“Stronger?” she repeated softly.
The witch lowered her head further.
“She used silver fire. It destroyed our attack instantly.”
Selene’s crimson eyes flickered with interest.
“Moonfire…” she murmured.
For a moment, her expression was unreadable.
Then she smiled.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
“So she has already begun to awaken.”
The witch hesitated before speaking again.
“My lady… should we send more hunters?”
Selene turned toward her, her gaze sharpening.
“No.”
The single word echoed through the chamber.
“This is no longer a hunt.”
Dark energy coiled around her fingers as she lifted her hand.
“This is a war.”
The air in the temple seemed to grow heavier as the other witches gathered behind her.
“Prepare the army,” Selene commanded.
The witches froze in shock.
“All of them?” one asked quietly.
Selene’s smile widened.
“Yes.”
Her eyes glowed brighter.
“If the Moonborn continues to grow…”
Her voice dropped to a whisper filled with quiet menace.
“She will become something even I cannot control.”