The Moon’s Light
The battlefield roared with chaos, but Isla stood in its heart, a calm forged from fury and grief. The fire and shadows that raged around her seemed distant now as her focus narrowed to Malrik. His gaunt figure loomed amid the destruction, the Moon Amulet glowing faintly against his chest, pulsing with dark energy.
Isla clenched her fists, her silver eyes burning with an intensity that made the world seem brighter. The weight of Seraphine’s death, the lives lost to Malrik’s ambitions, and the future she was fighting for surged within her. A warmth began to radiate from her core—a light that wasn’t just physical but spiritual, an echo of the Moon Goddess’s power.
Malrik faltered, his twisted smirk faltering as he felt the shift. His gray eyes darted to Isla, narrowing as he snarled, “What are you?”
The light within Isla flared, her silver eyes glowing brighter than ever before. Her voice carried over the din, steady and unyielding. “I’m the end of your cruelty, Malrik. This is for my pack. For my family. For Seraphine.”
The mention of Seraphine’s name shattered the last of her restraint. A surge of energy burst from her, a radiant light that pierced the darkness Malrik commanded. His shadow wolves howled and disintegrated, their forms unable to withstand the power Isla wielded.
Malrik staggered back, clutching the Moon Amulet. The artifact flickered weakly, its energy no match for the unrelenting brilliance Isla unleashed. He raised his hands, dark tendrils lashing out in desperation, but they dissolved before reaching her.
“What… is this?” Malrik rasped, his voice trembling. “This power—it isn’t yours!”
Isla stepped forward, her silver hair swirling around her like a halo. “This is everything you’ve taken,” she said, her tone calm and resolute. “And I’m taking it back.”
The light surrounding her surged again, forcing Malrik to stumble further. His mocking facade crumbled as panic took its place.
Draven, his amber eyes blazing, moved to her side. Her light seemed to infuse him with renewed strength, his claws flexing as he prepared for the final strike. “Let’s end him,” he growled.
Malrik snarled, his gaunt frame trembling. “You think this will stop me? You think this light of yours will change anything? You’re fools to believe—”
“Enough!” Isla shouted, her voice cutting through the battlefield like a blade. Another wave of light surged from her, silencing Malrik’s rant and leaving him exposed.
Draven didn’t hesitate. With a feral roar, he lunged forward, his claws aimed at Malrik’s chest. Together, Isla and Draven advanced, the Moon Amulet dimming as the shadows around Malrik crumbled into nothingness.
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