The valley reeked of blood, scorched earth, and the sharp ozone tang of clashing lunar magic.
Elara Voss stood at the heart of the storm, her body trembling as the final wave of Varak’s ritual energy crashed against her. The corrupted fragment inside the rogue alpha pulsed like a black sun, reaching for the rest of the Lunar Core within her with violent, desperate hunger. The two halves of the heart one still hers, the other stolen and twisted strained toward each other across the battlefield, pulling at her soul with excruciating force.
She dropped to one knee on the blood-soaked ground, hands pressed hard against her chest. Silver light erupted from her in violent, uncontrolled bursts, clashing against the dark crimson runes that covered the ritual circle. The light was beautiful and t
