The Gifted Luna
The ground cracked beneath their feet, and the echo of laughter, somewhat ancient, inhuman, rolled through the air.
From the fissures, shades emerged, wolves made of smoke and bone. Their eyes glowed crimson.
Edwin drew his sword. "We are surrounded. Stay close to me and be careful."
Tiara raised her hands, her eyes flashing silver. "Then let us remind them whose side the moon is on."
She unleashed a blinding pulse of lunar energy. The shades shrieked, disintegrating into black ash. But the mountain itself trembled in response, as though the Shade King had felt it.