Chapter 37: The Forgotten Army
The air crackled with the hum of pure power, thick and suffocating. Luna's blood, still pouring from the wound the Warden had inflicted, mixed with the earth beneath her. She could feel it—the cold grip of fate tightening around her throat.
Before her, the forgotten army surged forth, their bodies like shadows made flesh, twisted and hollow. Faces without eyes, mouths that screamed but made no sound, their forms writhing like the very darkness that birthed them.
And above them, the Void King loomed—his presence overshadowing the battlefield. An ancient power, older than time itself, draped in swirling darkness that absorbed light and crushed hope.
Luna took a step forward, her bloodied hands trembling around the hilt of her blade. She could feel the weigh
