Blood and moonlight
The trees leaned as though trying to flee.
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Day Seven.
The final countdown.
Ava stood by the ancient ruins, the wind wrapping around her like a cloak. Achi joined her, his body tense but steady.
“We started this with fear,” she said, her voice clear, “but we’ll finish it with truth.”
Behind them, Marcus and Darius watched in silence. Neither dared speak. The ground itself seemed to breathe with anticipation.
The Blood Moon began to rise—larger than ever, swollen and pulsing with power. Its red light painted the world in warning.