Luna Aurora (Alpha Fenrir)

Chapter 308

The path to the Temple of the Moon Ascendant was like nothing Elyra had ever imagined. The dense forest had gradually given way to rocky cliffs and twisted stone pathways, the air growing heavier with each step. The wind howled around them, carrying with it a sense of foreboding that made Elyra's skin prickle with unease. They had reached the outskirts of the temple grounds, and yet, something about the place felt wrong, as though it were alive, watching them. "Do you feel that?" Elyra whispered to Dain, her voice tense.

Dain didn't answer immediately, his gaze fixed ahead, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "I do. It's as if the very stone is... alive," he muttered, his voice filled with suspicion.

They moved cautiously, step by careful step, as they neared the entrance of the ancient temple. The stone pillars that flanked the pathway were adorned with symbols Elyra couldn't quite decipher, but she knew, deep in her bones, that they were not welcoming them-they were warning them.

As they crossed the threshold, the air seemed to shimmer, rippling like water disturbed by an unseen force. Elyra paused, narrowing her eyes. There was something strange happening around them, something she couldn't quite grasp. And then, it began.

A low rumble echoed through the temple's vast hall, and the ground beneath their feet trembled. Elyra felt a shift in the atmosphere-an oppressive weight that seemed to settle on her chest, pushing the air out of her lungs. "Stay alert," Dain whispered, his voice tight with tension.

Suddenly, the air around them shimmered once more, and the world seemed to twist. Elyra's surroundings blurred, melting into a swirling vortex of light and shadow. She stumbled, reaching out to Dain, but he was already disappearing into the mist. A cold laugh echoed in the distance, and Elyra felt a chill crawl up her spine. The sound of her own footsteps grew louder, as though she were walking alone, trapped in a nightmare.

"What's happening?" Elyra gasped, trying to steady herself. The world around her was distorting, the walls of the temple warping into grotesque, twisted shapes. She could feel a darkness rising, an ancient presence awakening in the depths of the temple. And then, she saw it-her reflection, but not as she was.

In the center of the room, a mirror appeared out of thin air, its surface rippling like water. Elyra stepped closer, drawn by a force she couldn't explain. The reflection staring back at her was not the Elyra she knew. Instead, it was a vision of herself-darker, more sinister. She was standing in the midst of a vast throne room, bathed in red light. The air was thick with tension, and at her feet knelt a group of people, their faces twisted with fear and reverence. Elyra-this tyrant version of herself stood tall, a crown of obsidian on her head, her eyes cold and devoid of mercy. Power surged through her, intoxicating and absolute.

hollow, a poison that had corrupted her from within.

Elyra gasped, stepping back, her heart

image in the mirror didn't fade. Instead, it grew more vivid, the tyrant version of her smiling cruelly. "This is your destiny, Elyra," the reflection whispered. "Power is all that matters. Embrace it, and you'll never be alone again." Elyra closed her eyes, shaking her head furiously. "No. I won't become

the mirror, the world around her twisted again, and she heard Dain's voice calling out to her, faint and distant. Her heart surged with relief, but the nightmare wasn't

another mirror, his face pale, his expression haunted. He didn't notice her at first, his eyes locked

was different.

the Dain Elyra knew. This Dain was broken, defeated. He stood in

once-strong frame was huncheonet

were empty, no sword, no power to protect anyone. The people who had once followed him now turned their backs, abandoning him in his moment of weakness. The image of Elyra appeared briefly, standing beside him-but she was gone just as quickly, a fleeting specter in his broken

out to

the broken reflection of himself. "I've lost everything," the image of

heart clenched with pain. She wanted to reach out to him, to tell him that none of this was real, that he was still the strong, determined man she knew. But the reflection of Dain spoke again, and his words chilled

the illusion. The fear of losing him-of being alone was too real. It was as if the temple was feeding off her doubts, using them to tear her apart from

won't leave you," she

she reached for Dain, the reflection of him flickered and faded, leaving behind only the

to shake the very foundation of the temple. "Choose wisely, or