Chapter 45: The Heart’s Last Stand
The winds howled through the broken landscape, as the skies above, thick with dark clouds, seemed to tremble under the weight of the impending battle. The ground shook beneath Dante’s feet, echoing with the powerful clash of war that raged all around him. Each step he took was heavy, the air thick with the scent of smoke and the sharp tang of blood. But none of this mattered. All that mattered was reaching her—his Luna.
He could hear her voice, soft and pleading, whispering through the chaos of the battlefield. “Dante… help me…”
Every time the words reached him, his heart surged with a desperate need to find her, to save her. The darkness had taken hold of Luna, twisting her into something unrecognizable, something that no longer felt like the woman he
