Story 726: Shattered Dominion

The Rotting Cathedral quivered in protest. The ancient bones lining its walls cracked, and the very air trembled under the oppressive weight of Selene Nocturna’s fury.

The Harbinger’s mist still lingered, tainting her domain with its rebellious essence. It was unnatural, violating the sanctity of her plague-forged sanctuary. Selene’s power had never been challenged like this.

With a low snarl, she tore back her hood, revealing her decayed yet radiant face. Her golden eye flared with venomous intensity, and her lips, stained with dried blood, curled into a sneer.

"You think you can steal from me?" she spat, her voice echoing with layered whispers—voices of the dead that now stirred with agitation.

The Harbinger, still standing, exhaled raggedly. The glyphs seared into their arms pulsed, veins blackening further as the corruption fought against their will. They were dying, yet they stood their ground.