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Stench On The Path
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The Broken Luna Returns Stench On The Path
I could feel the change of atmosphere in our surroundings. Every branch creaked too loudly. Every shadow felt like it lingered a second too long. Even after we moved on, I could feel eyes on us, watching, measuring, waiting for the right moment to strike again. We didn’t speak much. Fenrir walked beside me, silent, his jaw tight. I could sense his magic holding itself together through sheer will. He was hiding the strain well, but I knew his limits better now. Every time his steps slowed, my chest tightened. Winter finally broke the silence. “We’re being herded.” Gabriel nodded. “Toward something.” “That’s comforting,” Winter muttered. Oragon slowed, lifting a hand. “Stop.” We froze. Ahead, the path narrowed into a shallow ravine, rock walls rising on either side. It would be an easy place to trap us. Too easy. “This is a choke point,” Oragon said quietly. Fenrir scanned the cliffs. “And they know we won’t go around. The terrain behind us is worse.” I felt that pull again,
The Broken Luna Returns Eyes In The Dark
We left the city before dawn. I could feel it in the way the pathways sealed behind us, in how the lights dimmed and withdrew as we moved farther from its heart.The ancient place was alive, and for the first time since we arrived, it didn’t feel like a sanctuary anymore. It felt like something wounded, curling inward to protect what little strength it had left. Fenrir walked beside me, slower than usual. He was still pale, his breathing controlled but careful, like every step took effort. Elven healing magic glimmered faintly beneath his skin, threading through his veins like silver light, but Winter had warned us, his core was damaged. Pushing himself too hard now could make it permanent. I hated that it was because of me. “You’re limping,” I said quietly. Fenrir glanced down, then shrugged. “Barely.” “That’s not an answer.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “Neither is worrying.” I shot him a look. “You almost died.” “And yet,” he replied calmly, “I didn’t.” I opened my mou
The Broken Luna Returns Seen
Fenrir didn’t wake up right away. That was the first thing I noticed when the chaos finally subsided, when the shadows dissolved into nothing but scorched air and the city’s ruckus lowered. I knelt beside him on the cold stone floor, my hands still glowing faintly where I had been pressing them to his chest. His breathing was shallow but steady, each rise and fall making my heart stutter in relief and fear all at once. “Fenrir,” I whispered. “Please.” I shook him but there was no response. Winter crouched beside me, his usual humor completely gone. He placed two fingers lightly at Fenrir’s neck, then let out a slow breath. “He’s alive. Barely. That hit went straight through his magic core.” My chest tightened painfully. “Can you fix it?” Winter grimaced. “I can slow the damage. Healing an elven core isn’t something you rush.” Gabriel was already moving, setting up a perimeter, eyes sharp and restless. “We can’t stay here. That pulse you sent? It wasn’t subtle.” “I know,” I sai
The Broken Luna Returns What Lingers In The Dark
I realized that sometime after the constructs knelt and the echoes of our panic faded into silence. Even when no one spoke, even when we stood perfectly still, the halls around us hummed softly, light pulsing faintly beneath the floor like how veins do under our skin. Elmyra was awake. And it was watching us...or rather me? Fenrir insisted on walking beside me as we moved deeper into the inner corridors, even though he was still weak. His hand brushed mine occasionally. I didn’t comment on it. I didn’t pull away either. The corridor narrowed as we descended, the ceiling arching lower, walls etched with layered runes that overlapped and rewrote each other. These weren’t warnings or spells meant to repel intruders. They were records. Winter traced one of the symbols with his fingers, brow furrowed. “These aren’t seals,” he muttered. “They’re… logs. Like the city was documenting something.” “Or someone,” Gabriel added, glancing at me. I swallowed. “Me?” Mara shook her head slow
The Broken Luna Returns Test Of The Living
The first construct stepped into the hall without breaking the door.Stone bent like soft clay as it passed through, its massive form forcing reality aside rather than obeying it. Runes ignited across its body in slow, deliberate patterns, each one older than the languages we spoke. Its eyes...if they could even be called eyes, were hollow wells of blue light, cold and menacing.Behind it, the floor shuddered again.Then another.And another. “Those do not look friendly.” Winter swore under his breath.Oragon drew his weapon, planting himself between the constructs and Fenrir’s resting place. “They’re guardians. Which means they’re judging us.”“Judging us how?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.Mara stepped forward before anyone could answer. She raised her hands slowly, palms open, and spoke in a language that felt heavy in my ears, each word was thick with age and authority. The runes on the constructs flared brighter in response, but they didn’t stop.“They don’t recogn
The Broken Luna Returns City Of Memories
Elmyra was alive.That was the first thing I understood as the silence settled after the fight. The city hummed beneath my feet, like a living thing holding its breath. The light that had flared during the clash slowly dimmed, the glowing lines in the stone retreating as if sinking back into hidden veins. But the awareness remained. I could feel it watching us, weighing us, deciding whether we were worth keeping.Fenrir’s blood stained the pale stone.That was the second thing I noticed, and it mattered far more.We moved him into the nearest intact building, an old hall with tall windows and broken banners hanging like ghosts from the walls. The inside smelled of dust and old magic. Winter sealed the entrance with ice and sigils while Oragon stood guard, his posture rigid and alert. No one argued. No one joked. The weight of what had almost happened pressed down on all of us.Fenrir lay on a stone bench, his breathing shallow but steady. Elven healing magic was already knitting hi
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