That night, as stars blinked behind the stormclouds, the moon began to dim.
One of Umbrael's new servants—Elaris, the Moonbinder—was drawing lunar power from the heavens, twisting it into shadowfire. The forest was losing its last source of light.
Lucky soared with Ember and Solenya to the high cliffs of Mirrorpeak, where the spell was anchored.
Elaris, once a moon fairy, now stood crowned in silver fire, her heart hollowed by fear and pride. She struck without mercy, her spells colder than ice.
Lucky didn't fight her with power. She fought with memory—showing Elaris the moment she first danced in moonlight, back when she believed in joy.
And for one fragile moment, Elaris cried.
That tear broke the spell.