EMBRACING THE FORSAKEN LUNA
“I won’t leave him!”
Suddenly, a faint glow broke through the rubble. It pulsed with a familiar energy—the artifact. And where there was light, there was still hope.
“There!” I pointed, hope surging through me as I raced toward the light. Rowan followed, his expression torn between dread and disbelief.
The closer we got, the brighter the light became. But as the rocks shifted, revealing the source, my heart lurched with a sickening realization.
Gideon stood at the center of the collapsed chamber, surrounded by the swirling energy of the artifact. His eyes were no longer his own, consumed by the same eerie glow.
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