LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs
A boy with a torch, the one who’d pledged his faith at the camp, drove his spear into a soldier’s chest, his face fierce despite the blood on his hands.
“Dax, wards!” I called, my voice hoarse as I fought to keep my spark in check. The flames around me bent toward the forge, their light warping, and I felt the pull like a tide dragging me under.
Dax knelt by a barricade, scattering salt and iron filings in a circle, his voice steady as he chanted the counter-phrase: “Ignis fractum est.” The shard in his pouch glowed, its red veins pulsing in time with the sigils, and the air shivered, the forge’s hum faltering for a moment. “It’s working!” he shouted, but his eyes were wide with strain. “Kei
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