Zielle
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The Luna steps closer, her eyes like molten steel. She doesn't speak at first, letting the silence stretch, letting the weight of her fury press down on all of us.
I feel it, the authority she wields, the fear it demands, and the challenge it throws my way.
Then she finally speaks. Her voice is low, and deep, carrying the sharp edge of command. "Let her go."
The words hang in the air, but the guards don't move. Their faces are masks of hesitation, muscles taut, as if they've been told one thing and now hear the exact opposite. The tension is almost physical, like a heavy current vibrating through the room.
I lift my chin to meet their uncertain eyes. My body screams in pain from the bruises, my back burns from the whip, but my mind only sharpens. I feel the power shift with each passing beat, the Luna's presence bending the world around her. Still, the guards resist, unsure, their training fighting the command in their heads.
