Chasing my Luna
Jessica’s blood dripped, her heart pounding as she wove, gold clashing with the entity’s shadow, her resolve teetering as she felt her soul fray.
The second twist hit: the entity’s form flickered, not a foe but a fragment of the nexus’s origin, a primal fear that love would destroy it, now seeking to consume her hollowness to escape its prison. The weavers’ threads rallied, Sereth’s fire flaring, Verath’s void pulsing, their voices a chorus: “You are our strength.” Kade’s claws sparked, his cry desperate. Selene’s spark flared, her wisp fading. Lucas’s fist struck, his shout weak. Bryan’s echo pulsed, his hope a spark.
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