The winds howled, the sound of them reverberating through the towering spires of the Moonspire. Standing on its edge, I could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy like the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. The night was alive with the crackling energy of magic, the sacred ground beneath my feet pulsing with ancient power.
Ryker, Kael, and Selene stood beside me, their faces grim as we faced our enemy—Lysandra, the Witch Queen who had returned to claim what she believed was rightfully hers. She stood before us, her dark cloak fluttering in the wind, her eyes gleaming with malice.
“Fate brought us here, Nina,” Lysandra’s voice was smooth, like honey, but there was no sweetness in it. “You’ve become a weapon, a tool for your kind. But I will take that power. It belo
