***Author's note: I'm still sick, it's turned into walking pneumonia. So that's cool. I'll try and give a bonus chapter***
Violet had seen her daughter. Ezelreth now knew Odette was her daughter and the MoonChild. Things couldn't be worse.
Ezelreth had been growing in power and resources. Heading into villages and smaller towns turning the disabled and sick into monsters for his army.
Violet was collecting and storing what she could. She knew the time for the battle was drawing near.
"I have important business to discuss tonight, do not disturb me, under any circumstances. Anyone who enters will die. Am I clear?" Ezelreth told Theoron.
"Understood." Theoron knew better than to defy his orders. Despite the appearance of the person who gave the commands, the power held by them was immense and he had no doubt, anyone to enter that room would die.
