The shadow tendrils of Varak’s Eclipse Harvest tightened around Elara’s chest like living chains forged from midnight and malice. Each dark strand pulsed with stolen lunar energy, pulling at the core of her being with relentless, hungry force. The heart of the silent moon that ancient, luminous essence she carried surged in response, no longer passive but roaring inside her like a caged storm desperate to break free.
Elara dropped to one knee on the blood-soaked stones of the ritual valley, her hands pressed hard against her chest as if she could physically hold her own heart in place. Silver light exploded from her body in violent, uncontrolled bursts, clashing against the crimson runes of the ritual circle in brilliant explosions of light that lit up the entire valley like a private au
