Chapter 31: Shadows at the Gate
The wind howled as Luna led the battered remnants of her army down the craggy mountain path. Every step away from the ruins of the Hollow Throne felt heavier, as though the very earth grieved their victory. Morning light split the horizon, but instead of gold, it bled red across the sky—an omen as ominous as a death knell.
Luna clutched the reins of her horse tightly, feeling the animal's trembling muscles beneath her. Her soldiers marched behind her in solemn silence—bloodied, broken, but not defeated. Yet the silence unsettled her more than the noise of battle ever had.
They had won.
And yet, why did it feel like the real war was only just beginning?
Dante rode at her side, his armor dented and smeared with blood. His dark eyes scanned the terrain, ev
