ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN
Sera murmured, “but he can’t change who we are.”
Liora didn’t respond. Her gaze was fixed ahead, her other hand trembling, Not from fear, But from something deeper.
The stairway ended in a chamber carved from silence, No walls, No floor. Just infinite reflections of Sera. Each version stared at her with cold, hollow eyes. And in the center of them all stood a throne.
A black throne, pulsing with every breath she took, It was made of pieces of the Moon Goddess’s realm, fused with Echo’s ancient sigils, And seated upon it, Was Caelen.
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