Luna Eclipse : Forbidden Alchemy

lentless grind of the Underworld's eternal twilight, now struggled to comprehend the rhythms of this human existence. The loom was my tormentor, its rhythmic clack

r Lyra's ingrained muscle memory, and a fr

ponge. Every insignificant detail of Noldor life, of its customs, its power structures, its weaknesses, was cataloged in my mind. Emperor Fëanor III remained a distant, benevolent shadow in their

erimented, subtly, desperately. I tried to reach out, to manipulate the shadow, to whisper commands to the unseen currents of air. Nothing. The ve

t. A swelling in the oppressive darkness behind my blindfold, a pressure in the atmosphere that was profoundly familiar. It wa

painful, surged through every nerve ending in Lyra's body. It was as if the very air inside the cottage began to cr

walls, hear the blood coursing through Elara's veins, sense the very life force pulsing in the trees of the Emerald Forest. My sight, though still confined by the blindfold, seemed to expand, not to see light, but to perceive the

d with sudden, acute fear, cut through my mome

ot built to contain such a vast and terrible power. The brief, glorious surge twisted into something agonizing, a violent rejection of the ancient magic. My head spun, a

rwhelming agony. I felt the surge of power drain from me as quickly as it had come, leaving behind only the cold, empty ache of profound exhaustion. The co

I felt was the rough texture of the wooden floor against my cheek, and the distan