Chapter 78: The Price of Power
Darkness.
Not the terrifying, choking kind that had haunted Luna during her battle with the shadows—but a calm, endless void. Warm. Still. Peaceful.
Luna floated in it.
No pain. No fear. Just silence.
Then, a voice.
Soft. Gentle. Familiar.
“Luna…”
Her eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the light above her. It wasn’t the blinding red of fire, or the cold black of shadows—it was golden, like sunlight dancing on water.
She sat up, confused. The ground beneath her was soft grass, and in the distance, she could hear the sound of waves crashing.
Where was she?
“Luna,” the voice came again, and this time, she turned toward it.
A woman stood a few feet away, tall and graceful, with long silver hair and glowing eyes. Luna’s breath caught in her throa
