The White Wolf Luna
It loomed above them, a massive expanse of nothingness, its whispers growing louder, more insistent.
“You cannot win,” it said, its voice devoid of emotion. “The end is inevitable. All things return to the Void.”
Rowan clenched his jaw, his resolve hardening. “Not today,” he spat. “We didn’t come this far to give up now.”
Summoning every ounce of their combined strength, the group unleashed a final burst of magic, a storm of silver, light, shadow, and moonlight that erupted outward, colliding with the Void. For a brief moment, the darkness receded, revealing glimpses of the worlds they’d saved: cities bathed in golden light, forests teeming with life, faces filled with hope.
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