An enforcer who saw this rushed into the dungeon and charged at me, raising his foot to deliver the final blow. He thought I was insulting his Luna. If only he knows the truth. I closed my eyes, ready to meet my end.
But as the darkness claimed me, I felt a strange sensation, like my spirit was being torn from my body. I saw myself floating above, watching as my lifeless form slumped to the ground.
And then, everything went black.
I found myself in a realm beyond the living, a place where shadows danced and whispers echoed.
The gentle whisper of the moon goddess soothed my enraged spirit, calming the turbulent storm within me. I felt a warmth spread through my being, as if the goddess's words had absolved me of the guilt and shame that had haunted me in life.
"It's not your fault, Nico," the goddess repeated, her voice like a soft breeze on a summer night. "You were deceived, manipulated, and betrayed. But your time for justice has come."
As I listened to her words, a sense of purpose ignited within me. I realized that my death was not the end, but a new beginning. The moon goddess had chosen me for a greater purpose, to bring balance and justice to the world of werewolves.