REJECTED LUNA, CLAIMED BY THE ROGUE KING
And if she got through the pass, she would destroy everything.
"Elara!" Riven's voice cut through the chaos. "Fall back! You need to rest!"
"No!" I shouted back. "I can hold! I can—"
The Devourer laughed.
The sound was like ice cracking over deep water—ancient and terrible and utterly without mercy. It echoed through the pass, cutting through the noise of battle, silencing the howls of the wolves.
"You cannot hold," the Devourer said. Her voice was everywhere. It came from the frost, from the darkness, from the air itself. "You are weak. You are tired. You are dying. And when you fall, I will take everything."