Luna Everleigh's POV
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A deafening roar split the night.
The ground trembled. The trees shuddered. And then, from the battlefield beyond, I felt it—a ripple of pure, uncontrollable destruction.
The Devourer.
I turned just in time to see its massive form rise above the ruins, its dark, jagged wings unfolding like a nightmare given flesh. Its mouth gaped open, a void of swirling darkness, and from within it, I heard screams.
It was no longer under Morganna's control.
And she knew it.
Across the battlefield, Morganna stood rigid, her usually composed face twisting in frustration. She clenched the Moonlit Relic in her hands, but the artifact pulsed wildly, resisting her grip.
The Silver Fang Society was in chaos.
Some of them still fought under Morganna's command, but others—perhaps realizing the monster she had unleashed—had begun to break away. I saw Kael and Nalia leading their warriors against the remaining loyalists, cutting through their ranks with brutal efficiency.
This was the moment everything began to fall apart.
For her.
Morganna turned then, her gaze locking onto me.
And for the first time, she hesitated.
For the first time, Morganna—ruthless, untouchable, unshaken—looked afraid.
Not because of the Devourer.
But because of me.
I stepped forward, the ground humming beneath my feet, silver energy crackling around me like a storm barely restrained.
"It's over, Morganna," I said, my voice carrying through the chaos.
She tightened her grip on the relic, but I saw the tremor in her fingers.
I took another step.
She took a step back.
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To be continued...