The Cursed Luna's Return
Iziegbecursed lycan's scarred mate
she whispered.
Silver mist gathered, swirling until a tall, elegant figure materialized before her. She donned flowing robes of starlight, hair resembling liquid silver, and eyes that mirrored every phase of the moon simultaneously.
"You have traversed through fire," the Goddess spoke softly. "You have confronted betrayal, death, and the weight of a power that even your lineage feared. Yet you persist."
Luna cast her gaze downward. "I do not always feel strong."
"And yet you continue to rise," the Goddess murmured. "Strength is not the absence of fear—it is the victory over it."
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