Chapter 64: Whispers of the Dead
The red light faded as quickly as it came, but its impact lingered.
Luna lay on the ground, dazed, her ears ringing. Around her, the earth still pulsed with a strange warmth, as though something deep beneath was breathing. The mark—the rune—glowed faintly under the dirt, and the forest had gone deathly quiet once more. No birds. No rustling leaves. Only silence, like the forest itself was holding its breath.
She sat up slowly, heart pounding. That voice… it couldn’t have been. It shouldn’t have been. But it was.
“Father?” she whispered, her voice trembling as memories clawed their way back from the dark.
Burning halls. Screams. Her father’s hand reaching for her before being swallowed by fire. She had buried those memories long ago. Yet now, they rose
