The palace was awake long before sunrise.
Torches illuminated the great hall as warriors, elders, and advisers gathered around a massive map spread across the stone table.
An uneasy silence hung in the air.
Every pair of eyes was fixed on the glowing symbol at the center of the map.
The Moon Temple.
Nysera stood beside Draven, her expression calm despite the storm raging inside her heart.
Thirty days.
Only thirty days remained before the Blood Moon reached its peak.
The Shadow Emperor was awakening.
And according to the prophecy…
She was the only one who could stop him.
The High Priestess slowly pointed toward a mountain hidden beyond the northern borders.
“The Moon Crown rests here.”
Kael frowned.
“The Frostfang Mountains.”
The old woman nodded.
“The highest peak in the we
