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Moonlit court

作者: Enyindiya
last update publish date: 2026-03-07 06:39:09

The moon hung high over Silvercrest, a perfect silver coin in a sky scattered with stars. Its light poured through the open roof of the ceremonial court, an ancient structure designed specifically for moments like this—judgments rendered under the Goddess's own gaze.

Luna stood at the center of the circle, draped in the ceremonial robes of Alpha Blood. The silver threading caught the moonlight, making her seem to glow from within. Around her, the court was packed—elders in
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