Luna of the Lost Bloodline
“Make them stand.”
Auren hesitated. “They won’t listen to me anymore.”
That landed harder than the pressure from above.
The fissure in the sky widened again, light spilling through in blinding streams. The shadow recoiled, then surged, enraged now, its presence sharpening into something far more defined. The Second God’s attention locked fully onto the clearing, onto me.
They remember you, it whispered, satisfaction threading through its voice. Even broken, you call them home.
“I don’t belong to you,” I snarled, pushing to my feet despite the weight pressing me down. Power flared instinctively, raw and unshaped, sending sparks of light skittering across the ground.
Bab Populer