Chapter 100 The Blood Moon Siege

The blood moon hovered like a watchful eye in the sky, casting a crimson hue across the Temple of Embers. Within its ancient walls, warriors readied themselves, each heartbeat echoing like a war drum against the silence that loomed before the storm. Aria stood at the temple’s highest balcony, the cold biting her cheeks, but the fire within her warding off the worst of it. The Cradle of the First Flame had been sealed beneath the altar, protected by wards only a direct descendant could bypass. Her child—still months from being born—already carried the weight of prophecy.