Chasing my Luna
she screamed, pouring her will into the molten threads, weaving their love—Kade’s ferocity, Selene’s wisdom, Lucas’s courage, Bryan’s hope, her own scarred soul—into the tapestry, turning wrath to light.
The Conclave shrieked, its forms fracturing, but the loom fought back, threads lashing like chains, drawing blood, her glow fading. A new vision surged: the nexus saved, her companions alive, but Jessica consumed, her hollowness the price, her voice a fading echo. The arena roared, the starfield collapsing, and a new star flickered, pure white, pulsing with a serene yet terrifying calm.
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