The Luna Queen's Blood Oath
But then, a prickling sensation started on my left wrist.
The bracelet. The protective silver band, blessed by the Moon Goddess, designed to shield me from the malevolent influence of the Death Goddess.
A cold shiver, not of external chill but of internal dread, ran through me. The silver seemed to dim, a faint, almost imperceptible pulsation emanating from its intricate carvings. It felt… looser. Weaker.
And then, faint at first, like a whisper carried on the wind, the words began to filter into my mind. Not my own thoughts, but foreign, ancient, chillingly familiar.
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