Chapter 43: The Rebirth of the Alpha
The battlefield lay still, a strange silence settling over the remnants of the chaos. The clashing of steel, the roars of wolves, the cries of the fallen—they had all faded into nothingness. The air was heavy with smoke and blood, the wind carrying the metallic scent of war as the moon began to rise higher in the sky.
But amidst this unnatural calm, there was something else.
Something that made the ground tremble beneath their feet.
Dante’s heart stopped when he saw her.
No—it.
The figure that emerged from the column of dark energy looked like Luna, her silhouette unmistakable. But the eyes—those eyes that had once been full of warmth, full of determination—were now hollow. The golden glow was gone, replaced by an endless, soulless blackness.
And
