Gracie remained motionless in his throne room, darkness wrapping around him like a familiar embrace. The shadows whispered their constant refrain of vengeance, their voices echoing through centuries of bitter waiting. His obsidian eyes pierced the gloom as memories of that fateful battle consumed his thoughts.
The war against the Moon Goddess had been his downfall. He had craved her power, her empire, her very essence as his mate. Together, they could have ruled all realms with absolute dominion. But Ida had refused his advances, spurning both his seduction and his threats. Instead, she had issued a challenge that would forever alter his destiny.
