The world fell silent.
Every warrior…
Every elder…
Every shadow beast…
Dropped to one knee.
A breathtaking woman descended from the silver portal, her flowing robes woven from moonlight itself. Her silver hair floated like liquid starlight, and her radiant eyes held the wisdom of countless centuries.
The very air shimmered with divine power.
The High Priestess pressed her forehead to the ground.
“My Goddess…”
“We are blessed by Your presence.”
The Moon Goddess smiled gently.
“Rise.”
Her voice was soft, yet it echoed across every mountain, every kingdom, every soul.
One by one, the wolves slowly stood.
Only Nysera remained frozen.
She couldn’t move.
Couldn’t breathe.
The divine woman turned toward her.
“My child.”
Tears filled Nysera’s eyes.
“You…”
“…are the Moon Goddes
