The Rise of the Forgotten Luna
The same woman they had cast out hours ago now stood before them, her posture unwavering, her gaze unflinching.
Kael’s silver eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, there was only silence between them, thick and suffocating.
Then, he stepped toward her.
“You again,” he murmured, his voice dangerously low. “Didn’t I tell you to leave?”
Ayla met his gaze, unafraid. “You did,” she admitted. “But I also told you I was a healer. And right now, your warrior is dying.”
Kael’s stare was like ice—sharp, cutting. His gaze flickered toward the injured man, whose breaths were coming in weak, ragged gasps. The warriors surrounding him had already started to lose hope, their
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