Hours later the corrupted beasts arrived before her parents could return, waves of twisted flesh and malice that poured into Starweaver territory like an infection spreading through healthy tissue.
Luna was still locked in the castle's most secure core with the strongest guards forming a desperate perimeter around her. The last line of defense between an innocent child and horrors that should never have penetrated this deep into this wall protected territory.
Hours passed with agonizing slowness while the world outside descended into a worst nightmare. Each hour meant fewer living guards as they fell one by one buying time with their lives. Each hour meant more beasts finding paths inside through their sheer overwhelming numbers that made defense impossible despite superior power or skill.
