The Broken Luna Returns
The word landed heavy and absolute.
Fenrir moved in front of me instantly, blade drawn, silver magic flickering weakly along its edge. “You don’t get to call her that.”
The shadow tilted its head.
“She belongs to the system. To the locks.”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I snapped, fear sharpening my voice. “And you don’t get to decide that.”
The shadows laughed.
It wasn’t loud, but it was endless.
They surged forward.
Everything broke into motion.
Winter hurled a wave of ice that shattered through the first two shadows, but they reformed instantly, slipping through the cracks like liquid night. Oragon charged the left flank, his strikes precise, calculated, but every hit passed through empty sm
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