Blood moon's curse
The chamber trembled as Aria stepped into the center of the ancient runic circle, her breath uneven and shallow. The Heart, now glowing with an intensity that painted the room in crimson light, hung suspended before her, pulsating as though it had its own heartbeat. Aurelis’s spectral form hovered nearby, his voice calm but weighted with urgency.
“Once you begin, there is no turning back,” Aurelis warned. “The Heart will resist you, test you, and tempt you. Stay focused, or you will lose yourself to it.”
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