Luna Eclipse : Forbidden Alchemy

began to succumb to the encroaching darkness. A shiver, not of cold but of primal dread, rippled through the world as the moon, a vast, hungry shadow, devoured the light. This was n

ow echoed with the fading cries of a new life and the desperate, shallow breaths of its mother. Agony had wracked her, not merely the physical torment of creation, but the searing betrayal of her own formidable body. She, Zalara, consor

spark of her underworldly essence, she lunged a trembling hand towards a hidden alcove. There, nestled amongst forgotten relics, lay a forbidden stone, a shard of compressed cosmic energy that hummed with a malignant, unspeakable power. Around it, four ornate clay pots, filled with the murky, stagnant water of the River Styx, shi

iving, to any world. The waters in the pots began to boil and churn, though no heat touched them. Spirals of dark energy, drawn from the depths of her dying soul, erupted from her fingertips, swirling and merging

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burned, demanding air I didn't know I needed. My senses, accustomed to the subtle hum of a thousand tormented souls and the crisp chill of the Underworld, were assaulted by a bewildering array of sensati

e I had wielded for millennia. Panic, a sensation I had long considered beneath me, began to prickle at the edges of m

My limbs felt leaden, unfamiliar, unresponsive. I tried to move my hands, but they felt small, delicate, utterly without strength. My own hands had been ins

hill. Water. It was raining. Or perhaps... tears? Tears? I, Zalara, ha

ice stone. The desperate, final gamble. I had performed the ritual. I