It was a gloomy day in all of Bresmont, not just in Bresmont but in all of Devonlaire. They mourned for the death of Luna Ember, and there was no one creature in the entire realm that didn’t feel the pain for losing one of the most loyal subjects of the Lycan King. Not only that, Ember was known for her kindness of all people, be it a supernatural being or those ordinary and powerless humans. She was considered to be the best Luna of the entire realm.
Her courage to wage war against the werewolf hunters gained her a lot of praise, but it also cost her life.
It was a week since the hunters had a full attack, and since then the war has not yet ended, not until Robert Kingston’s head will be put in a spear.
After a week, Ember’s remains were still fresh. It was as if she was just sleeping.
