LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs
Her presence was enough, a reminder we weren’t alone in this fight.
The camp loomed closer now. Shadows moved between the fires—men, horses, weapons. Voices carried on the wind, rough and loud, full of arrogance. I crouched low, pulling Aya down with me behind a cluster of rocks. We watched, our breaths shallow.
The camp was alive, pulsing like a beast. Tents stretched out in neat rows, banners snapping above them. Kaden’s symbol glared in the firelight, a mark of his power. Guards patrolled the edges, their armor glinting. The air smelled of smoke, sweat, and that same sour rot.
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