The weeks following the end of the siege were a delicate dance of healing and rebuilding. Shadowveil’s stronghold, though scarred by battle, buzzed with quiet determination.
Warriors repaired damaged rune barriers, healers tended the wounded, and scouts monitored the borders for any lingering threats. The blood moon had faded, but its crimson afterglow still lingered in the sky, a reminder of the power that had been unleashed during the eclipse.
Liora Voss stood on a high balcony overlooking the misty valleys, the silver dagger at her thigh a comforting weight. The Eclipse Shadow Curse was quiet now, sated after the eclipse’s peak, but the power it had granted her remained — a constant reminder of what she had become. The transition from “Little Luna” to Eclipse Queen was still surreal.
