The blood-red moon cast an eerie glow over the Moonborn Kingdom.
A cold wind swept through the ancient palace ruins.
Deep beneath the crumbling throne room, hidden behind layers of enchanted stone, the pair of crimson eyes slowly opened.
A raspy voice echoed through the darkness.
“So… the Moonborn heir lives.”
Chains forged from silver and ancient magic rattled violently.
For centuries, the figure had slept beneath the kingdom, waiting for the prophecy to awaken.
Now…
The wait was over.
Nysera jolted awake.
Her heart pounded violently against her chest.
She pressed a trembling hand against her forehead.
Another dream.
No…
It felt too real to be a dream.
She had seen a woman dressed in silver robes standing before an enormous white wolf.
The woman had only spoken one sentenc
