Chasing my Luna
He lunged at the hydra, his claws tearing into Sereth’s shadow, sparks flying as the weaver’s form recoiled.
Selene’s spectral form flared, her spells igniting in bursts of violet fire, scorching Vorath’s tendrils, her voice a sharp command, her loyalty battling her doubts. “Jessica, we’re your family! Malric’s twisting us blast through his lies!” She spun, hurling a radiant orb that shattered Sylvara’s vines, but threads lashed back, grazing her side, her light dimming.
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