The moon-forge moved like a beast across the tundra.
Mounted atop twenty iron wheels and pulled by chained lunacy-wolves, it rolled slowly toward the sacred crater of Lune's Eye, casting sparks and shadows across the snow. Black banners fluttered from its spires, each emblazoned with Selene's personal sigil—an eclipsed moon pierced by light.
From the distance, it looked like a fortress. Up close, it hummed with layered pain.
Leo and Seph watched it from a ridgeline, breath low, cloaks pulled tight against the wind.
Seph's voice was steady. “The forge chamber is in the heart. Surrounded by shaman amplifiers. That's where they'll extract my gift."
Leo's jaw clenched. “Then we take the core. Burn it from the inside."
Behind them, Ravik, Cormac, and a group of five rogue fighters finishe
