Chapter 836: A Luna's Work
The thing about a war was that it really didn't end on the battlefield.
Even after the fighting stopped, there were still things to do. Especially in this case.
The news that Victoria had been a practitioner of black magic spread like wildfire across the territories. Whispers traveled through marketplaces, carried by messengers riding hard across frozen roads and repeated in hushed conversations around dying fires.
Victoria was dead.
The true Luna had been revealed.
And everything they had believed about the woman they had followed was a lie.
But Victoria's death did not mean everyone immediately accepted Sophia as the Luna.
If anything, it created another problem.
Every territory had its own interpretation of what the Luna was supposed to look like.
The South believed she would have red hair and striking blue eyes.
The West believed she would have black hair and green eyes.
The East believed she would have brown hair and golden eyes.
