Chapter 12 Whispers Of The Blood Moon

• The journey back from Akshtaal was not the triumphant return Meher and Ayaan had envisioned. Though they now possessed the second fragment of the Map of Forgotten Moons, the weight of the Shadow’s looming presence clung to them like an unshakable shroud.
• Night had fallen, and Heartgrove’s once-protective embrace felt tense, as if the forest itself braced for an unseen storm.
• Ridhima awaited them at the elder’s circle, her eyes scanning their faces. Relief flooded her expression when she saw the shards glowing at Meher’s side, but it was tempered by a shadow of worry.