Where once darkness reigned, now the stars gleamed—quiet witnesses to the battle that had ended beneath their watch. The Moonbane was gone. Its screams had echoed across the realm before silence swallowed them whole. The seal reforged. The Luna bond restored.
But victory had its cost.
Aria stood at the edge of the ruined altar, her hands still glowing faintly from the last of her power. Her body ached. Her heart was tired. And yet… peace settled in her bones.
They had done it.
Behind her, Liora cradled the young Luna—no longer trembling, no longer lost. Her eyes, once clouded by darkness, now held the silver shimmer of someone who remembered who she was.
“She’ll be okay?” Aria asked, her voice hoarse.
Liora gave a small smile. “She just needs time. We both do.”
Aria stepped forward
