Chapter 42: The Storm Before the Fall
The ground trembled beneath Luna’s feet as the enemy army loomed in the distance, their shadows stretching across the valley like the fingers of death. The masked leader stood tall at the front, his silver armor catching the last rays of the dying sun. Behind him, thousands of soldiers—beasts and men twisted by dark magic—marched in silence, their eyes glowing like dying embers.
Luna's heartbeat pounded against her ribs. Every instinct screamed at her to run, but her legs remained rooted. The weight of her new power—the Firstblood inheritance—settled heavy on her shoulders. Her people stood behind her. And they were waiting for her to lead.
Dante came to her side, his armor battered but his spirit unbroken. “What now?” he asked, his voice low.
Luna
