Blood moon's curse
They were massive creatures, their wings spanning the width of the narrow path.
The battle was a blur of motion. Aria, fueled by a combination of adrenaline and the amplified strength of the Blood Pact, fought with a ferocity she never knew she possessed. Her movements were fluid and deadly, a reflection of Lucian's own fighting style. He, in turn, seemed to anticipate her moves, their actions a seamless, deadly dance.
One by one, the gargolyles fell, their roars fading into silence. Aria gasped for breath, her body trembling with exhaustion. Lucian turned to her, his gaze filled with a mixture of concern and admiration.
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