The Silent Storm

Yan Xi's eyes narrowed as he watched the pure energy flickering around Ling Yue. Had the Curse of the Moon finally awakened to its full power? But was this strength truly hers, or had another will taken control, consuming her from within?

"Ling Yue… You—"

But before he could finish, Ling Yue's gaze pierced through him like a cold blade. The woman he knew was gone. In her place stood a figure bathed in moonlight—untouchable, unreachable.

"Yan Xi," Ling Yue's voice echoed, both familiar and foreign. "We will take back everything that fate has stolen from us."

A chill ran down Yan Xi's spine. Was it really Ling Yue speaking, or was it the voice of a power long sealed away? The woman who had fought by his side, who had suffered with him, who had once looked at the same sky as him—was she truly still there?

At that moment, the sky trembled violently. In the distance, war horns began to sound.

Yan Xi could feel it. This was not just the start of a battle—it was the end of an era.

And the cold gleam in Ling Yue's eyes… Was it the beginning of destruction, or the dawn of a new fate?