Chapter 47: The Harbinger of Destruction
The air crackled with an electric tension, heavy with something ancient and suffocating. Dante could feel it deep within his chest, a pressure that threatened to crush him, as if the very earth itself were trembling in anticipation of the coming storm. His heart pounded relentlessly against his ribs, each beat an urgent reminder that something catastrophic was unfolding before their eyes. And as his gaze locked on Luna’s face, he could see the same mix of awe and fear reflected there.
Luna had always been the one to hold herself with an unshakable resolve, but tonight was different. Tonight, they stood before something that not only defied explanation—it was beyond their wildest understanding.
The creature before them, cloaked in a swirling mass
