Hanging high in the sky, the moon's silver light was heavy and long shadowed the clearing. A sharp reminder that the past was never really buried, the air was heavy with the smell of wet ground and leftover blood. Heart racing at the edge of the old forest, I felt the breeze stirred by the ancestors' words.
I was not just the Crescent Alpha tonight; I also A bridge between the past and the unknown future that lay ahead, I was a conduit for the echoes of those who had gone before me. Every fight waged, every betrayal endured, every sacrifice made—it all brought back to this location, where the burden of our past weighed on my chest like an iron chain.
A continuous reminder that the heritage I held was both a blessing and a curse, the Crescent Mark on my arm throbbed in time with my heartbeat. And in the stillness of the moonlight woods, I felt it stir—a presence waiting, watching, and speaking in the dark recesses of my mind.
