Chapter 95: The Eye of the Storm
The storm roared above them, a fury of nature that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The sky, once a deep violet, was now filled with swirling black clouds, crackling with an unnatural energy. The wind howled, tugging at their clothes, the rain sharp as needles against their skin. It was as if the earth itself was convulsing in the grip of something far older and far more dangerous than anything Luna had ever known.
Every step they took felt heavier, the ground beneath them slick with water, turning the once-familiar path into a treacherous trail. The trees around them groaned and creaked under the pressure, their branches bending as if they were bowing to some unseen force. The air was thick with the scent of ozone, and Luna could feel the hairs on
