Chapter 11 Moonstones

• "Ready?" the chained figure boomed, a tremor running through the cavern with each word. Its voice was a cacophony of scraping metal and crackling flames.
• Anya gripped the Moonstones tighter, their balanced light a beacon in the oppressive darkness. "As ready as I'll ever be," she retorted, her voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in her knees.
• The figure chuckled, a sound like rocks grinding together. "Foolish child. You think wielding a sliver of light makes you a match for me? I am the embodiment of darkness, the source of untold power!"