The rogues never stood a chance.
They meant well. They tried to fight. They tried to protect me even though none of them belonged to this place. But the moment the chamber erupted again, they were thrown across the floor like leaves in a storm. Silver fire cracked through the air, sweeping outward in a violent ring that struck each of them square in the chest. Their bodies collapsed instantly, unconscious but breathing, their limbs twitching from the shock.
I try to scream a warning, but my throat locks. The Heart of the Moon pulses like a living organ around us, every beat louder than the last. The walls ripple with silver and gold, as if the chamber itself is trying to decide which of us it belongs to.
Then a sound splits the air.
A deep groan of stone. A tear of shadow.
The creatur
