The air didn't just get cold; it turned stale, like the breath from an old grave.
I stood there, my hand still locked in Silas’s, watching the horizon. The five thousand wolves of the Western Packs weren't running. They were marching in perfect, terrifying silence. Above them, the sun began to dim, as if something were biting a hole out of the sky.
"The Eclipse King," Silas muttered, his voice tight. He pulled me closer to his side. "He is a man who traded his soul for the power to swallow light. He has been waiting for this moment for a century."
The Moon Goddess, still bleeding on the ground, let out a hysterical cackle. "You broke my crown, Elara! Now you get to watch the world turn into a tomb. He won't stop until every spark of your dragon fire is snuffed out!"
I looked at the arm
