The Gifted Luna
"Let him bleed the boy's army. When they're both broken, we take what's left."
Behind him, a circle of warriors knelt, each wearing a sigil Tiara didn't recognize a black flame within a crescent moon.
"Long live the Nightshade Pact," they chorused.
Then, a flash of white-hot pain.
Aldric appeared in the vision, kneeling before the dark figure.
"My lord," Aldric said. "The Gifted Luna has returned."
The shadow laughed, sounding cold, mirthless.
"Then the prophecy awakens in full. Let her rise, only through her light can the darkness feed."