Chrome and Claws
Axel ripped into rogues, a blur of fang and fury.
But Raven gasped as whispers filled her skull and the storm itself seemed to coil around her body, pressing her into the ground, forcing her to her knees.
“You are the Luna, you are fury itself. Surrender, and we will make you whole.”
Suddenly a towering silhouette of a figure emerged from the storm cloaked in lunar light.
Her eyes were pits of silver fire and her voice shook the mountain.
“Raven Blackthorne,” she declared. “Greetings, bearer of the Hollow Blade and the blood of the forgotten goddess.”