Chasing my Luna
Jessica’s heart pounded, but she pushed forward, her companions’ presence a shield against the growing dread.
The path ended at a vast, circular arena, its floor a tapestry of silver threads, weaving patterns that shifted like liquid metal. Above, the silver star burned, its light casting the arena in a sterile glow. At its center stood Lysara, her silver eyes glinting, her armored form radiating power. Her face, so like her mother’s, was a cruel parody cold, unyielding, but with a flicker of sorrow buried deep.
“You’re persistent, granddaughter,” Lysara said, her voice a low hum that vibrated through the arena. “But you’re empty. Your spark is gone, your strength spent. Why fight when you c
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