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.

the trembling figures at her feet, a sense of emptiness washed over her. The power was hollow, a poison that had corrupted her from within. She could feel herself

Elyra gasped, stepping back, her heart pounding in

is your destiny, Elyra," the reflection

heard Dain's voice calling out to her, faint and distant. Her heart

toward the sound of his voice, and there he was, standing before another mirror, his face pale, his expression haunted. He didn't notice her at first,

was different. It

This Dain was broken, defeated. He stood in a crumbling kingdom, the ruins of

once-strong frame was huncheonet

now turned their backs, abandoning him in his moment of weakness. The image of Elyra appeared

no," Elyra whispered, reaching out to

lost everything," the image of Dain said,

real, that he was still the strong, determined man she knew. But the reflection of Dain spoke again, and his words chilled her to the bone. "You'll leave me too, Elyra," the image

The fear of losing him-of being alone was too real. It was as if the temple was feeding off her doubts,

won't leave you," she said desperately, her

for Dain, the reflection of him flickered and faded,

a deep resonance that seemed to shake the