Chapter 38: The Blood Oath
The battlefield was a nightmare.
Smoke coiled into the blood-red sky, casting the world in a hellish glow. The mountains roared in the distance, shaking the ground with their fury. Luna sprinted across the broken terrain, every step a battle against exhaustion, every breath a reminder of the war they were losing.
Her wolves fought valiantly against the Shadowfangs, their howls mixing with screams of rage and pain. Steel clashed against steel. Magic seared the air. Blood soaked the earth beneath their feet.
"Luna!" Dante’s voice cut through the chaos, desperate. She turned in time to see him battling two Shadowfangs alone, his sword flashing silver in the dim light. Without hesitation, she lunged forward, her magic flaring to life.
With a roar, she slammed a
