Luna Everleigh's POV
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Chaos erupted.
The night sky burned with magic and steel as the Silver Fang Society clashed with Morganna's forces.
Snarls and battle cries filled the air. Blood splattered the ruins, staining the ancient stones.
And in the center of it all, I felt the weight of centuries pressing down on me.
I should have been terrified.
But I wasn't.
Something inside me shifted, snapping into place like a long-forgotten instinct.
When an enemy lunged at me, my body moved.
Not with the clumsy, desperate strikes I was used to—no.
This was different.
This was flawless.
I sidestepped, fluid as water. My hands found a blade—one I didn't remember holding—and before I could second-guess myself, I struck.
The man crumpled.
I didn't hesitate.
I turned, dodging another attack, my movements eerily precise.
It wasn't me.
It was Selene.
I was fighting like a warrior from another lifetime.
"Luna!" Rhydian's voice cut through the chaos. He was fighting his own battles, but his eyes were on me.
He had seen it too.
I barely had time to process before Morganna's voice rang out.
"Enough!"
A pulse of power surged through the battlefield.
I turned just in time to see her standing at the heart of the ruins—her hands wrapped around the Moonlit Relic.
No.
The relic pulsed, its glow twisting into something dark and corrupted.
Morganna smiled as its power poured into her.
And then—
Everything exploded.
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To be continued