THE BURNT FACE LUNA
The purple glow I had seen earlier was the corruption, spreading through the roots like venom through a vein.
As I approached, the shadows in the room began to knit together. They formed the silhouette of the witch…a towering, translucent version of the woman who helped Vivica to ruin my life.
"The scarred wolf has found her way to the slaughterhouse," the shadow-witch cackled, her voice echoing off the crystal walls. "You think your little spark can fight the void? I have spent centuries preparing for this harvest, Kyla. You are nothing but a drop of water in an ocean of night."