The explosion of light on Blackpine Ridge lit up the night like a second moon had been born.
Golden and silver radiance clashed violently with Varak’s crimson shadow energy, sending shockwaves across the valley that cracked ancient stones and scattered rogues like leaves in a storm. Elara Voss stood at the center of the maelstrom, her body trembling as the two halves of the Lunar Core — one still inside her, the other stolen and corrupted within Varak — reached for each other with desperate, violent hunger.
The heart of the silent moon made its final demand.
Offer a piece of your soul… or lose him forever.
The words burned through her mind like liquid silver. Elara gasped, dropping to one knee as pain unlike anything she had ever known tore through her chest. It wasn’t just physical. I
