ELARA’S POV

Standing in my dimly lit cavern, I couldn’t help but smirk. Selena’s screams echoed around me like a symphony. It was loud, piercing, and full of desperation, but it was just so melodious in my ears.

“Pathetic,” I muttered, leaning against the blackened wall. My fingers brushed along the edge of the mirror’s shimmering surface where I had the view of Selena’s futile struggles in the void I trapped her soul into. “All that big talk about being the chosen Luna, and ...