Chapter 42: The Dance of Shadows
-Pov Luna-
The young Aria lay at the center of the temple, her body bathed in the mystical energy flowing through the floor and walls, like waves of an ancient sea, purifying and strengthening her. It was an imposing sight, but I didn't allow myself to enjoy it for long. A distant howl, sharp as the edge of a dagger, tore through the silence. Azazel's hounds were near, and their hunger echoed in the air like a nightmare.
