Chapter 57 The Throne Of Thorns

• The moon hung like a blade tonight — thin, sharp, waiting to strike.
• Lucy stood atop a ridge overlooking the dark valley that once cradled Castle Moonclaw, her ancestral home. The land below was a twisted ghost of what she remembered from her childhood dreams. Once crowned with moonlight and silver stone, the castle now pulsed with a dull red glow. Thorned vines grew unnaturally across its walls. Spires that once reached to the stars were blackened and broken. The scent of rot drifted even from this far away.
• “This isn’t just corruption,” Cassandra whispered. “Something lives in there.”