The chamber was vast. It was cold stone, black banners, and a throne carved from shadow itself. The man who sat upon it was cloaked in darkness, his face hidden, his presence immense. Even Aldric, proud and fearless, felt small in his shadow. "You called for me," Aldric said, his voice steady despite the flicker of unease in his eyes. The figure leaned forward slightly, voice deep and resonant, echoing like a thousand whispers at once. "You have failed me." Aldric stiffened. "Things are not as they seem, my lord," "Initially, I had underestimated Luna's strength. She should have died." The figure rose, his every movement radiating power. "The Gifted Luna cannot die, you fool!" "Sorry to cut you short, but what do you mean, my lord? Is she not a mere mortal like us?" "She is the Moon's vessel
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