Chapter 112: The Forgotten Rise
The forest was no longer silent.
Luna stood on the edge of the clearing, her feet buried in cold, damp earth. The wind blew through the trees, but it wasn’t an ordinary breeze—it carried whispers. Faint and terrifying, like voices from another world. Some wept. Some laughed. Some screamed.
It made her skin crawl.
She clenched her fists and tried to steady her breathing.
Something ancient was coming.
No—something ancient had awakened.
“They’re here,” Luna said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her mother stood beside her, the color drained from her face. “No,” she breathed. “This can’t be.”
But it was.
From the shadows, glowing red eyes lit up one after another. They blinked slowly. Hungrily. Dozens. Then hundreds. Each pair marked a creature step
