The Luna of Death
Rykor's POV
Silently, I followed Nikita inside, my senses attuned to every nuance of her movements. The sunlight streamed through the mansion's tall windows, casting elongated shadows that seemed to wrap around her like spectres. Her gait was strong, a front for those who needed to believe in her invincibility. But as I watched her closely, I saw the seams of her façade fraying.
When she reached the grand hall, she was no longer the Luna of Death but a tortured soul, weighted by burdens unseen. My heart ached for her, the contradiction of her existence. Outside, she was a monster—a killer. Inside, she was a scared little girl haunted by her curse.
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