Luna of the Lost Bloodline
The sky descended.
Not falling—compressing.
The lattice folded inward, forming a colossal ring overhead, its inner surface burning with symbols older than language. Winds tore across the battlefield, ripping debris into spirals that orbited the forming structure.
The Second God lifted its arms.
“Yes,” it whispered, voice resonant with triumph. “Complete it. Become what they feared.”
Aria screamed.
The sound tore through Kael’s chest, through the earth, through the thinning walls between realms. Light erupted from her body—not blinding, but revealing. Every lie, every hidden thing, every buried intention burned briefly into visibility.
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