When the Moon Dries Its Eyes

Previously

…The Shadow Weaver is but a distraction. The true game has just begun.” She looked back at Elara, who stood bathed in her own incandescent power, a force of nature unleashed. “You have chosen your path, Elara. Now, let us see if you can survive the consequences.” The figures Lyra had summoned began to advance, not with the frenzied aggression of the Grolak, but with a chilling, methodical purpose. Elara, for the first time, felt the true weight of the choice she had made, the terrifying realization that she had just stepped onto a battlefield far larger and more treacherous than she had ever imagined. The moon, it seemed, had not dried its eyes, but had merely begun to weep tears of fire.