The Hall of Kings fell into an eerie silence.
Only moments ago, the chamber had been filled with the clash of steel, the roar of wolves, and the cries of warriors. Now...
Nothing.
The only sound was the soft scattering of black ash as the remains of Valerius drifted across the broken marble floor.
Aria stood motionless.
In one hand, she still held Orion's sword.
In the other rested Rowan's blade.
At her feet lay the silver ring of the Royal Commander.
The ring that had symbolized honor.
The ring that had commanded the respect of every warrior in the Moon Kingdom.
Now it represented nothing but betrayal.
She slowly bent down and picked it up.
The cold metal felt strangely heavy.
Not because of its weight...
But because of the countless lives destroyed by the man who had worn i
