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Day 20
No one spoke as Zayne placed the final fragment of the West Moon Core. The shard emitted light as it fused with the latest piece.
It blinded me, but I had no strength to look away, nor did it affect me enough to give a damn.
Looking on, the light receded in its own time, and a collective breath was let out.
I ignored the glances the brothers tried to sneak at me, and just like the other times, I paid it no mind.
There was no point pretending that anything between all of us would amount to anything other than catastrophe and prolonging my own horrible fate.
My body had grown too weary for their games.
They never fully apologized, but through their actions I could detect their contrition. Introducing me to each cardinal altar where the cores were placed in all positions around the moon that caged Lycaon, ensuring that what remained of the goddess of order, Sylpha, would keep him in check and bound enough never to break through.
