Chapter 92: The Awakening
The weight of the ancient power in the room pressed against Luna’s chest, suffocating in its intensity. Every breath she took felt labored, the air thick with the swirling energy that seemed to pulse around her. She felt like she was standing at the precipice of something she didn’t fully understand, but couldn’t turn away from.
It had been the child’s touch. It had always been the child. She could feel it now, the subtle hum beneath her skin, like a quiet thrum of an ancient heartbeat echoing through the very marrow of her bones. She had felt it before—once, when the woman had attacked—and again now, as if the child within her were alive in a way that transcended the physical. The power was something beyond her comprehension, something far older than she could
