Luna Aurora (Alpha Fenrir)

Chapter 323

The Crimson Ruins loomed around them, an eerie silence settling in as Elyra and Dain ventured deeper into the ancient structure. The shadows grew thicker, pressing in from every side, as if the very walls were watching them, waiting for them to make their next move.

The shard pulsed in Elyra's hand, a steady rhythm that felt both comforting and unsettling.

"Do you feel it?" Elyra asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. The oppressive energy in the air was palpable, making it hard to breathe. It was like the ruins themselves were alive, breathing with them.

Dain didn't answer right away. His gaze was fixed ahead, where the path ahead forked into two directions. One led toward a grand doorway, carved with symbols she didn't recognize. The other wound down into a shadowy corridor. His grip on the darkness around him seemed to grow stronger with every step they took.

"I feel it," he muttered finally. "This place... it's not just cursed. It's a prison."

They moved toward the grand doorway. The closer they got, the colder it became, as if the temperature itself was dropping under the weight of unseen forces. As they stepped into the chamber beyond the doorway, the temperature seemed to plummet further. The walls of the chamber were adorned with intricate carvings, glowing faintly with the same ominous red light. The ceiling arched high above them, disappearing into darkness.

In the center of the room, a large, crystalline structure stood. The shard pulsed in Elyra's hand, reacting to the energy of the room. The structure was unlike anything they had seen before-glowing with an unnatural light, it seemed to hum with power. Elyra stepped forward, drawn to it, but as she neared, something shifted. The air around them thickened.

distant, echoed through the

forward, and see what lies ahead," the voice said,

hands bloodied as she held a crown aloft. The people around her bowed in fear, their faces twisted with terror, as if she were a ruler who had taken everything from them. She could feel their fear, their desperation for freedom-but she didn't care. She ruled with an iron fist, forcing

horrified by the image. "This

twisted, becoming darker, more distorted. She saw herself standing in the middle of a battlefield, surrounded by lifeless bodies. The crown was gone, replaced by a dagger-her hands slick

cold chill ran down Elyra's spine as the vision shifted again. She saw herself alone, her empire crumbling around her. The

vision, her heart racing. "No," she gasped, her voice trembling. "That's not

don't have a choice," he said softly, his voice distant. He reached for the shard in her hand, his fingers

a darkened forest, the shadows swirling around him. His eyes were black, consumed by the darkness. His face was gaunt, hollow-he looked nothing

of the vision. Dain, standing before her, his eyes filled with pain and betrayal. "You never saw me,"

the vision faded just as quickly as it had come, leaving her feeling empty. She reached for him, but Dain had already turned away,

mist began to swirl again, shifting into another vision. This time, Dain was the one to step forward. His eyes were wild with a desperate hunger. The shadows that had once clung to him were now part of him, consuming him from within. He raised

echoed through the chamber, a deep, resonating sound that

"Only one can ascend."