The clearing seemed vibrant, thumping with a heavy, oppressive force. Dahlia was tied to the altar, her golden eyes flashing with fear and agony. The Rogue King hovered next to her, his red eyes piercing through me, challenging me to act. "Release her," I insisted, my voice shaky yet resolute. He laughed softly, a quiet, derisive noise. "And spoil my grand finale?" “I believe not.” “Daisy,” Dahlia whispered, her voice faint yet piercing. "You must go." Currently. "I’m not going anywhere," I retorted. My hands tightened, and I sensed the golden light awakening inside me, eager to be set free. “Moving,” the Rogue King remarked, moving nearer. “However, you don’t grasp it, young Luna.” This is not solely about you or your sibling. “This concerns fate.” “I have had enough of destiny,” I retorted. “I choose for myself.” “Then make a choice,” he stated, extending his arms broadly. "Attempt to rescue her." However, you will not succeed. “And when that happens, the eclipse will claim e
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