THE ALPHA'S CURSED LUNA [ENGLISH]
"Without a single strike."
"That is the difference between a king and a sovereign, Ashthorne," Lysander said softly, his stormy grey eyes filled with an intense, reverent devotion as he looked at her. "We fight to conquer. She bleeds to heal."
The sentinel let out a soft, grateful ruff before slowly turning back into solid, unblemished white ice, its duty fulfilled.
Where the statue had stood, a small, crystalline pedestal rose from the floor. Floating directly above it was a perfect, heart-shaped sapphire that pulsed with a brilliant, deep blue starlight—the Second Moon Heart.