The second day of the siege dawned under a sky still stained with the blood moon’s afterglow. Thorne’s army had not retreated. Instead, they had dug in, surrounding the lower passes and launching relentless assaults on Shadowveil’s outer defenses. Liora stood on the high battlements beside Riven, the silver dagger at her thigh humming with power. The Eclipse Shadow Curse felt alive inside her, begging for release as the moon’s influence lingered.
“They’re throwing everything at the eastern pass,” Beta Draven reported, voice tight. “Luciana is leading the charge there. Thorne remains in the rear — weakened but still commanding.”
Riven’s hand tightened on Liora’s waist. “Then we meet them head-on. Liora, stay close to me. Your power combined with mine will break them.”
The battle erupted
