The Cursed Castle was alive with anticipation as the day turned into night, and the full moon began its ascent in the starry sky. Annalise, along with Esmeray, made her way to one of the tallest towers present inside the Seceret Realm and belonged to the faes.
When she stepped out on the rooftop, the silver beams of the moonlight shone on her and carried her gaze toward the centre of the open place where the ancient forge lay dormant, awaiting its next purpose.
The faes had placed it there under the moon and starry sky on Esmeray's order and now, it was time for Annalise to use it.
As they reached the forge, the crystal globe filled with the warrior's blood seemed to glow with an inner fire as Annalise carefully placed it on a stone pedestal, and the surroundings filled with a soft, pulsating crimson light. It was a testament to the courage and sacrifice of the warrior.
