The Luna of Death
the voice taunted, each word draped in a mockery that made my skin crawl.
I bristled at the words, unwilling to let the fear show, even as another shiver crawled its way down my spine. The darkness seemed to thicken, pressing in with a tangible force as I sought the source of that chilling voice. It was a game I refused to lose, yet the stakes felt impossibly high, the odds vast as shadows.
"I fear nothing," I retorted, forcing more confidence into my words than I felt. "Now, show yourself."
But the laughter persisted, echoing through the room in mocking waves. "We'll see about that, Luna of Death."
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