The blood moon reached its zenith the following night, bathing Shadowveil in an otherworldly crimson glow. The partial eclipse had begun — a dark shadow slowly devouring the moon’s face. Liora felt the power surge through her like liquid fire. The Eclipse Shadow Curse roared to life, no longer a whisper but a symphony of shadows and flames begging to be unleashed. Yet the bond with Riven kept her anchored, turning potential madness into focused strength.
In the heart of the sacred lunar grove — an ancient clearing ringed by glowing runes and ancient trees — Liora stood with Riven under the eclipsing moon. Morvath had insisted on this ritual to fully harmonize her powers before the full war. Only the two of them remained now, the air thick with magic and unspoken desire.
“You feel it too,
