Lovers For The Blood Moon
Outside the world had changed.
Black Hollow’s forest lay in ruin, trees twisted into grotesque forms, the ground cracked and glowed with veins of red fire, And rising from the earth, the Forgotten. Thousands of bodies crawling upward, skin ash-gray, eyes glowing with the moon’s fire. Faces he once knew friends, family, ancient priests. All climbing, reaching.
John’s mind reeled. The moment the crown split, the seal undone, the Forgotten answered the call. Not just the shadows from old sacrifice, they were resurrected, ascending.
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