Captive Moon: The Alpha's Blood Pact
“They’re trying to claim the sword.”
The lead figure stood, turning to face them. Their hood fell back, revealing a face Elara recognized—the hunter leader from the Northern Wastes, his eyes now solid black, his skin marked with void runes.
“Voss,” he said, his voice distorted by magic. “We meet again. Though this time, you won’t stop us. The void will have its revenge.”
He lunged, his shadow magic tearing through two worshippers, but they kept chanting, and the sword’s glow dimmed, as if being drained. Ellie’s silver fire flared, purging the void magic from a nearby worshipper, but more stepped forward, their hands raised.
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