Kira's POV
As the shadowy tendrils wrapped around the fallen Moonkeeper's form, a chilling dread coursed through my bones. In contrast to what I observed with Ryker and the wolves with golden eyes, this was different—something much more malevolent. The entity was not merely absorbing him; it was pulling something out, something essential.
The Moonkeeper's body twisted fiercely as the tendrils penetrated further into his chest, a nauseating squelch resonating in the darkness. His eyes, which once shone with strength, faded into a dull mist, but the being continued onward. Rather, it appeared to be drawing in something invisible—something more than mere flesh and blood.
And then, I noticed it. A subtle silver light surfaced from inside the Moonkeeper, twinkling like a fading star before being entirely engulfed by the being's shadows. My breath caught. That light—it represented his essence, his strength.
