CHAPTER 20 — Shadows Over Mooncrest
The moon hung like a bleeding wound above the forest canopy as Kairo led his small army through the night. The air was heavy, damp with the scent of pine and blood, carrying whispers of what lay ahead. Every rustle in the darkness was a warning. Every gust of wind carried a cry of something ancient and restless.
They were no longer running — they were advancing.
The Hunter moved silently at Kairo’s flank, his hood low, his bow slung across his back. His silver eyes scanned the treeline, reading the signs that no mortal could see.
Behind them came the Remnants — spirits bound to Kairo’s will — and the men and women who had sworn allegiance to him after the fall of the Sanctum. They marched with quiet purpose, knowing that dawn might never come for the
