Moonlight curse🌕

The moon bled across the world, spilling its crimson light upon distant palaces. Each guardian waited in solitude, steadfast in his domain, prepared for the night his ancestors had foretold.

On the borders of Arakro, Kael watched the horizon with a cold gaze. His duty was to watch, to calculate, not to let fear distract him. (The seal is cracking), he thought, gritting his teeth.

In the iron tower in Haraban, Darren trained with his sword, each strike echoing like thunder. His strength was his answer to fate, to the shit he knew was coming.

Let it come

He murmured, with fury and unease burning in his chest.

In the crystal palace of Babelot's kingdom, Tyriot recited prayers, seeking solace in faith. His voice was dark, his eyes gleaming with determination. The world depends on us, he repeated to himself as he cast another spell.

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Meanwhile, in the dark forest, her heart pounded as her bare feet struck the damp earth. Wolves were in pursuit, their eyes glowing like embers in the gloom. They had tracked her as she tried to cross the woods, and if she didn't escape, she would die.

Suddenly, the wind grew heavy. Roots rose like hands. The ground opened beneath her. The curse emerged. A living, ancient smoke struck her violently, piercing her skin, claiming her. {{user}} was lifted into the air, then fell to her knees, trembling, as symbols of ancient magic burned on her skin.

The wolves retreated, howling in terror. The entire forest bowed toward her. In his fortress, Kael felt the tremor and closed his eyes. In his tower, Darren parried the blow and raised his sword. In his palace, Tyriot ceased praying. All three sensed it: the hour had come.

She was nobody. A shadow lost in the storm. But now she was everything...The whole world depended on what that young woman would become.