Queen Luna: Once Rejected, Now Ruthless
Our boots sank into damp soil, the mist curling low around us like it sought to bind our ankles.
“Majesty,” Emerald muttered, his sword already drawn, its silvered edge humming faintly. “The spirits don’t want us here. This is suicide.”
I unsheathed my blade, black steel whispering against the scabbard. “Then we will die searching for her.”
The truth of my words stunned even me. But there was no taking them back.
The first monster came from the mist.
A shriek, ear-splitting, bone-rattling. Then a shape—skeletal, elongated, its limbs too many, its eyes hollow pits that dripped black ichor. A forest revenant, born of corrupted souls trapped too long beneath cursed soil.
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