BLOOD AND MOONLIGHT
Every breath a war.
And then, the Ancient Ones appeared not from the earth this time, but from the rifts themselves, eyes glowing with incomprehensible light. Their voices resonated inside my mind, deep and hollow. “Child of the Moon. You are chosen. The Abyss flows through you not by chance. It is alive. You are its vessel. You are the herald of a new dawn or its destruction.”
I staggered, barely holding myself upright, the markings along my skin pulsing violently, veins of shadow crawling over my flesh. “I… I am not ready,” I whispered, even as the Abyss laughed within me. You already are. You were born ready. You have no choice.
Bab Populer