The Broken Luna Returns
They were faster, more coordinated than the scouts, and I could feel the pull of their magic intertwining with the faint echoes of the seals.
“They’ve prepared for us,” Marcus said, voice low. “Ready yourselves.”
Fenrir stepped slightly ahead of me, his claws glowing as he shifted into partial wolf form. “Do not step back,” he murmured. “We fight together.”
I felt my chest tighten, the energy inside me stirring. This time, I did not wait for instinct alone. I raised my sword, channeling the power of the seals deliberately. A stream of white light ran along the blade, faint but steady. The pull of the seals hummed through me, guiding my movements, and I realized that for the first time, I cou
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