"Silver Moon Prince!"
The words echoed through the clearing, ancient and cracked, like the voice of someone who had not spoken in millennia. The sound seemed to reverberate off the stone slab, bouncing back and forth before fading into the oppressive silence of the core zone. The pinned figure's eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of disbelief and something else- might be recognition, perhaps, or madness.
Cael's frown deepened. His mind raced through possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last. He had been given the nickname "Silver Moon Prince" during the selection trials, a title born from the cheers of the crowd and the silver light of his moonlight element. It was a name that had followed him, a symbol of his growing reputation. But it was also a name that had been created recently, by people who had never set foot in this forsaken realm.
