The temple was in chaos. Smoke and debris swirled around Aria, the remnants of Lyra’s sacrifice painting the air in streaks of dark energy.
Her chains rattled violently, glowing faintly, resisting her every effort to break free. Her wolf growled inside her, coiling like a storm, urging her to draw deeper from the Moon Goddess blessing.
Aria closed her eyes and focused. She could feel the divine energy coursing through her, ancient and powerful, far beyond anything she had ever wielded. It pulsed through her veins, calling to her very soul, connecting her to the Moon Goddess in a way that was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
Silver light began to flare from her body, spilling over the temple floor, crackling along the stone walls. The chains strained violently under the pressure,
