The Final Gate

The Rise of the Moon's Chosen

Chapter 13: The Final Gate

The path to Fenrir's prison was open.

Marcos stood at the edge of the last trial, staring at the ancient ruins before him. Massive stone pillars lined the entrance, their surfaces covered in glowing silver runes. The air crackled with raw energy, a mixture of moon magic and something darker.

"This is it," Astrid murmured, her violet eyes fixed on the massive gates ahead. "The prison of Fenrir."

Selene let out a slow breath, gripping her bow. "So what happens now?"

Marcos didn't answer.

Because deep inside, he already knew.

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The Weight of Fate

The journey had been long.

The Blood Moon's warning, the battle with Marcos' rival Bernard, the revelation of his true power—all of it had led to this moment.

But the truth was, Marcos had never wanted this.

He had fought to prove himself, to uphold his father's legacy.

But what if everything had already been decided for him?

What if he was never meant to be free?

Darius stepped beside him, his sword resting on his shoulder. "You look like you're about to pass out."

Marcos gave a dry chuckle. "I'm fine."

Jax snorted. "Yeah, and I'm a damn unicorn."

Astrid ignored them, stepping toward the gate. Her fingers traced the silver runes, and the moment she touched them, the entire structure pulsed with energy.

A deep, booming voice filled the air.

"Only the Chosen may enter."

The warriors behind Marcos tensed, hands on their weapons.

Selene narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean, 'only the Chosen'?"

Astrid turned to Marcos. "It means he has to go alone."

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The Last Trial

Marcos exhaled. He had expected this.

He turned to his warriors—his friends.

Selene, the archer who had never left his side.

Darius, the warrior who would die for his honor.

Jax, the loudmouth with the sharpest blade.

Astrid, the seer who knew too much.

He had fought beside them. Bled beside them.

But this fight… was his alone.

Selene grabbed his wrist. "You don't have to do this by yourself."

Marcos met her gaze. "I do."

For a long moment, no one spoke.

Then, reluctantly, she let go.

Jax clapped him on the back. "Try not to die, yeah?"

Darius gave a small grin. "If you do, I'm taking your sword."

Marcos chuckled. "Noted."

Astrid, however, said nothing.

She simply watched, her violet eyes filled with something unreadable.

Then she whispered, "Be careful, Marcos."

And with that, he turned—and walked through the gate.

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Fenrir's Prison

The moment Marcos stepped inside, the air changed.

It was thick and heavy, like a storm was trapped within these walls. The chamber was vast, circular, with a massive stone seal at its center.

And there, chained beneath it—was Fenrir.

The great wolf lay still, his black fur matted, his golden eyes half-lidded. Chains of pure moonlight wrapped around his limbs, binding him to the ground.

But despite his imprisonment, his presence was suffocating.

Marcos took a step forward. The moment he did, Fenrir's eyes snapped open.

And the world shattered.

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The Battle of Souls

Marcos was no longer in the chamber.

He stood in a void of endless night.

And in front of him, Fenrir loomed—taller than the sky, larger than any beast Marcos had ever seen.

His voice was a rumble that shook existence itself.

"At last, you have come."

Marcos felt his heart pound. "I'm here to end this."

Fenrir chuckled—a dark, terrifying sound.

"You cannot end what has already begun."

Marcos gritted his teeth. "You don't control me."

Fenrir's golden eyes burned. "Then prove it."

And in an instant, he attacked.

A wave of black fire rushed toward Marcos, swallowing the void.

Marcos raised the Moonfire Dagger—and charged.

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To Be Continued…

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What's Next in Chapter 14?

The final battle between Marcos and Fenrir begins.

Marcos unlocks the full power of the Lunar's Chosen.

The fate of the werewolf survival hangs in the balance.