LOGINCeleste's povThe corrupted forest swallowed me whole.One moment I was riding through normal woodland, moonlight filtering through healthy leaves. The next, I crossed some invisible boundary and everything changed.The trees here were wrong in ways worse than before. Black as charcoal, their bark weeping an oily substance that hissed when it hit the ground. Branches twisted at unnatural angles, reaching toward each other like skeletal fingers trying to grasp something just out of reach. The leaves—what few remained—were gray and papery, crackling with a sound like whispered screams when the wind touched them.I dismounted, leaving my horse tied at the forest's edge. It wouldn't go further anyway. Animals knew better than to enter this place.The ground beneath my feet was soft, almost spongy. With each step, darkness oozed up around my boots like thick mud. But it wasn't mud. It was the corruption itself, alive and hungry, trying to climb up my legs with every step.The moonstone pen
Aldric called an emergency council within the hour. I sat in a corner of the war room, exhausted and filthy, as commanders delivered their reports.Four hundred soldiers dead. Another six hundred wounded, many who wouldn't survive. The shadow corruption had spread to the forest edge and we'd lost ground.And Kael's forces? A thousand casualties, maybe more. But it didn't matter. The corrupted thralls didn't need rest or food or medical care. They were already dead so they just kept fighting until they were destroyed completely."Scouts report the enemy is retreating but only to regroup," Garrick reported. He looked as exhausted as I felt. "They're building something in the corrupted forest. Some kind of structure. We think it's a ritual site.""For what purpose?" Aldric demanded."That's unknown. But if Kael is preparing a ritual with that much shadow magic concentrated..." Garrick didn't finish. He didn't need to.The room fell into heavy silence.Then I heard myself speak. "I can fi
Celeste's povBlood.That was all I could smell and all I could see. I could also taste it in the back of my throat as I stumbled through the medical tents, my hands slick with it, my dress soaked through.The sounds were worse than the sights. Screaming and begging. The wet, rattling breaths of men whose lungs were filling with fluid. The sudden silence when those breaths stopped altogether."Celeste!" A healer called my name—Mara, one of the few who'd been kind to me. "I need pressure here. Now!"I rushed to her side, pressing my hands against a gaping wound in a soldier's side. He thrashed beneath me, eyes wild with pain and fear, and I had to use all my weight to keep him still while Mara worked."It's alright," I murmured, the words automatic now. I'd said them a hundred times tonight. "You're going to be alright."I didn't know if that was true. I didn't know anything anymore except that my hands were shaking and my back ached and there were so many wounded, so many dying, and I
Celeste's povThe ground shook so violently I lost my footing and fell hard onto my knees beside the soldier I'd been trying to save. His blood soaked through my borrowed armor, warm and sticky, but I barely noticed. All I could do was stare at the thing emerging from the corrupted forest.It wasn't just large. It wasn't supposed to even exist.The Beast towered over everything on the battlefield—taller than the castle walls, wider than ten men standing shoulder to shoulder. Its form shifted constantly like smoke given terrible substance, sometimes appearing wolf-like with too many legs, sometimes almost human but grotesquely elongated, sometimes just a writhing mass of pure shadow. Hundreds of purple eyes opened and closed across its surface, each one fixing on Lyra's position with unmistakable intent."Moon Goddess protect us," someone whispered beside me.The Beast took another step. The impact sent soldiers sprawling, created cracks in the earth that swallowed screaming men whole.
Lyra's povThe battlefield stretched before me like a nightmare come to life.I stood on a ridge overlooking the forest edge, watching Kael's army emerge from the corrupted darkness like insects pouring from a rotted log. Thousands of them. Heck! Maybe tens of thousands. The morning light seemed to die as they advanced, swallowed by the unnatural shadow that clung to them like a second skin.My hands trembled as I gathered light between my palms. The power felt different now—stronger, yes, but also terrifyingly vast. Like I was channeling the moon itself and one wrong move could burn me to ash from the inside out."Steady," Ronan murmured beside me. His hand found the small of my back, grounding me through our bond. "You can do this."I wanted to believe him. I really needed to believe him.Below us, Shadowfang's army stood in formation—shields locked, spears ready, every face grim with the knowledge of what was coming. We'd spent weeks preparing for this moment, training every able-b
Celeste’s povI did it until my hands blistered, my shoulders burned and sweat poured down my face. But I kept swinging until the weapons master finally called a halt."She will not survive a real fight," he said to Lyra. "But at least she might not immediately die either.""That's good enough." Lyra gestured for me to follow. "Come. We have work to do."She led me to a planning room where maps covered every surface. Troop positions, supply routes, terrain features. It was overwhelming."Show me where Kael will position his forces," Lyra commanded. "Based on what you know of his tactics."I studied the maps trying to remember everything I had observed. "He favors high ground. Places where he can see the entire battlefield. Here." I pointed to a ridge overlooking the forest edge. "He will want command of this position.""What about the shadow creatures?""They move independently. They do not follow standard formations but they respond to fear. So wherever your soldiers are most frighte







