Chapter 180. Blood Moon

Xerina’s POV

The battlefield was a blood-soaked wasteland. The moon hung high, watching the chaos unfold as if it were some twisted spectator. Rasmus was a blur of destruction, his hulking form tearing through the waves of shadow beasts with savage force. His movements had become erratic, every strike fueled by a rage that had consumed him whole.

I struggled to rise, the ache of exhaustion pressing down on my bones. The power I had summoned earlier, the last of the Moon Goddess’s blessing, had drained me more than I realized. My legs trembled beneath me as I pushed myself up, my vision swimming, but I couldn’t stop now.

Valeria hovered above the battlefield like a dark queen, her wings outstretched, casting an ominous shadow over the carnage below. Her eyes—those cold, venomous eyes—tracked Rasmus’s every move with a sick fascination, and I could feel the tether between them tightening.

Rasmus was losing himself to the darkness, his mind slipping furth