All that has been said regarding the Moonbloods is false. The words echoed through the infinite silver void. Luna froze. For a moment, she forgot about the Eraser. Forgot about the Foundation. Ignore the contracting cosmos past the First Gate. The statement hit harder than any battle. Because if it was true All that she gave up could possibly rest upon something untrue. The woman standing before her remained calm. Ancient. Timeless. Her silver eyes reflected countless realities. Countless histories. Countless versions of existence. And every one of them appeared weighed down by that identical awful secret. Luna swallowed. What do you mean The woman smiled sadly. The Moonbloods were never guardians. Silence. Luna felt cold. The woman continued. They were locks. The void trembled. Far away,
