Luna's Dark Revenge
The smell of ozone filled my lungs.
Somewhere far below, something ancient answered, the deep, cold voice of the power I had bargained for. Its whisper slid through my thoughts like silk.
The key is turned. The cage is closed.
I looked down into the circle, into Lucia’s glowing eyes, and saw my reflection there, half man, half monster, and for the first time in years, it was complete.
The fortress went still. Even the thunder seemed to pause.
Then suddently, a single crack appeared across the main sigil, fine, bright and gold. Not red. Julius’s color.
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