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Moonfall

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 1043    |    Released on: 29/07/2024

ke a dark stain, spreading its influence across the supernatural world. She knew

Maya's research had uncovered some valuable insights into The Archon's

n and shatter his hold on the supernatural world. It

tood at the forefront of their coalition, her art blazing with a fierce light

t me?" he spat. "I am th

ding in her chest. "I am th

Lexi's art danced across the battlefield, striking true time and again. But The

ed the words of her mentor: "The true power of art lies not in its beauty

deepest fear: the loss of his own identity. The attack was precise

, his body contorting in agony as his sense of self was torn

power, and her coalition grew stronger by the day, but with great power comes great responsibility, and Lexi soon found h

search continued to uncover new insights into the workings of the super

i's art continued to evolve, her powers growing stronger with each passing day, buta new threat emerged, one that would test Lexi'

ers rivaled only by The Archon. Lexi knew that she had to act

th and determination a force to be reckoned with. Lexi's a

d darkness. Lexi's art danced across the battlefield, striking true time and again. Bu

mbered the words of her mentor: "The true power of art lies not in its beau

eepest fear: the loss of her own identity. The attack was precis

her body contorting in agony as her sense of self was torn a

tural world: she was a force to be reckoned with. Her coalition

's research continued to uncover new insights, her knowledge of the supernatural world unparalleled.

forging new alliances and strengthening old ones. Lexi's art cont

ike never before. A rogue faction, fueled by a desire for power, sou

peteer," was ruthless and cunning. Lexi knew that she had to a

th and determination a force to be reckoned with. Lexi's a

ight and darkness. Lexi's art danced across the battlefield, striking true time and again. But

remembered the words of her mentor: "The true power of art lies not in its be

r's deepest fear: the loss of control. The attack was precise and

r, his body contorting in agony as his sense of control was tor

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