Reclaiming My Broken Luna
At the center of the room was a pedestal, and atop it sat a small, ornate box.
“The Amulet,” Nova whispered, her eyes wide.
But before we could take another step, the carvings along the walls began to glow brighter, and the room was filled with a deep, resonating hum.
A voice echoed through the chamber, low and menacing. “You seek the power of the Forsaken Amulet. Prove your worth, or face the consequences.”
The first trap activated without warning. The ground beneath us shifted, and sharp, jagged spikes shot up from the floor, forcing us to scatter.
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