Death Of Selara Moonveil

The Moon's light—it fell like judgment. It was not illuminating. It was not kind. It was annihilation. A merciless, all-consuming brilliance that swallowed the world whole, leaving no space for darkness to breathe.

It was not the gentle glow that bathed lovers in silver radiance, nor the guiding light of lost travelers. No, this was something far more absolute. A hunger beyond mortal comprehension. The unquenchable moonlight devoured every shadow, leaving no place for darkness to hide.

No escape. No sanctuary. No mercy. It poured down in a flood of raw celestial power, a force that did not merely burn away the night but erased it from existence. The world below was left stripped bare, purged by the unrelenting judgment of the heavens.

And then—it struck the golden eyes.

BAM!!

The impact was instantaneous, a force so absolute it shattered through reality itself.