Chapter twenty five
The moon bled red that night. Not a normal crimson glow from an eclipse—no, this was deeper. Like the sky itself had opened its veins. I watched it from my balcony, Kael asleep inside, his wounds still healing. My bones ached, but not from battle. From something older. Deeper. Ancient. A wind stirred—icy, but scented with lavender and ash. “Nyra.” I turned. And the world was gone. No castle. No night. Just… darkness. Then a voice, soft and cold, echoed like a lullaby dipped in venom. “You wear my mark,” the voice said. “And yet you think you are free.” The shadows formed her shape—curved horns, flowing silver hair, lips black as coal. The Moon Queen. “No,” I breathed. “You’re dead.” Her eyes glowed like the moons of old. “Death is a door. And I never closed mine.” I stepped b
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