Chapter 155 - The Mourning Luna

Lydia sat in the darkened room, the walls glowing softly from the flickering light of a solitary candle. Once a haven, the room felt more like a prison as she barricaded herself inside and wouldn't come out. She was having trouble breathing because of the weight of the previous events pressing down on her chest and her heart, which was heavy with grief and uncertainty. She sat beside the window and gazed blankly out of it at the night sky. The pale light of the full moon peeked through the drapes, casting an unsettling silver tint across the chamber. Even though it was just another night like many others, something had changed. Her world had been broken by everything, the betrayal, the lies, the loss of her loved one. She heard a slight rustle and turned her head. Lydia carefully rotated her head, focusing on the drapes with narrowed eyes. They seemed to be moved by an unseen hand as they gently swayed. A figure stepped out of the darkness and sent a shiver down her spine. Da