C41 Child of two moons

The chamber was chaos. Fire scorched the walls, shadows writhed like living serpents, and Lucas’s twilight aura pulsed like a heartbeat. Every strike rattled the earth, every clash threatened to bring the ceiling down.

Malrick loomed in the center of it, absorbing the storm as if it fed him. “Yes. Burn brighter, little wolves. The brighter you shine, the sweeter the fall.”

Lucas lunged