Ren stepped outside.
The night sky loomed overhead.
And there it was.
Faint.
Red.
Too early.
The Blood Moon.
A whisper brushed his mind.
"Choose again, Sovereign."
Behind him—
The girls stood silently.
For the first time…
They weren't rivals.
They were afraid.
Ren clenched his fists.
"I'm not sacrificing anyone."
Luna looked at him softly.
"Then you must become something stronger than fate."
Nyx stepped closer.
"Or something darker."
The red moon brightened.
And somewhere far above—
A throne began to awaken.