"Welcome to the Moon Enclave," Matriarch Skyla said softly, her steps graceful and light. "Ancestor Skulnen, Chief Bonen, and Master Ethan, let us head to my Moon Fortress to talk."
Her tone was calm, carrying the subtle authority of someone who had led her tribe for centuries.
By now, Elder Meyla had already returned and reported everything that happened in the Bonepiercer Tribe, so Matriarch Skyla dared not show even a trace of arrogance.
Instead, she bowed slightly, her posture respectful, before leading them toward the towering fortress behind her.
Ethan's eyes narrowed as he walked, carefully observing his surroundings.
The Moon Enclave was breathtaking—wrapped in perpetual twilight, its landscape lit by countless moonstones embedded into towers, walls, and bridges.
Silver bridges arched over crystal rivers that shimmered with faint lunar energy, while the very air carried a hypnotic aura, almost slowing the heart and clouding the mind.
