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“They escaped?"
The vase shattered against the stone wall, sending shards flying like deadly glitter. Alexa’s scream tore through the throne room, raw and animalistic.
“They escaped?” she shrieked again, spinning on the trembling guard who had brought the news. “You useless, sniveling pile of… how did two half-dead mutts slip past you?”
The guard didn’t speak. He couldn’t. His legs had already given out beneath him, and his face was a sickly shade of gray. He was praying—whether to the Moon Goddess or death itself, no one knew.
Alexa’s eyes glowed a dangerous violet as she raised her hand, fingers twitching with the pull of dark energy. For a second, the air trembled. Then a faint voice broke through the haze.
“They couldn't have gone far. We'll… we'll find them.” The
