The battlefield trembled beneath Nysera’s feet.
The silver light surrounding her slowly settled, wrapping around her like a flowing cloak. The Moon Crown rested upon her head, no longer feeling heavy, but natural as though it had always belonged there.
Across from her, the Devourer stood motionless.
For the first time since the war began, there was no rage in his eyes.
Only regret.
King Orion stepped beside Nysera.
“The choice is yours now, Your Majesty.”
Nysera looked around the battlefield.
Broken weapons littered the ground.
Warriors from every pack struggled to their feet.
Many had lost brothers, sisters, parents, and friends.
Too much blood had already been spilled.
She lowered the Moon Blade.
“I refuse to continue this cycle.”
The Devourer’s eyes narrowed.
“You would s
