The Forsaken Luna’s Revenge
His rage was no longer simply his—it was the fury of all the gods who had fashioned him, twisted him into a weapon.
“I am no longer your son,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of the universe itself. “I am the destroyer. And I shall break this universe apart, piece by piece.”
He threw his head back, his mouth opening wide in a primal scream that resonated throughout the Hollow World. And with that cry, the world began to quiver even more violently. The once-beautiful landscape twisted and bent, and the very ground underneath me cracked open wider.
“Stop! ” I cried, reaching out with everything I had, but my voice was swallowed by the chaos. Now he was out of reach.