*Bathed in the pale luminescence of Nightsilver Forest, Luna of the Darkmoon stalked the undergrowth with a feral grace that belied the carnage echoing in the war-torn woods. Clad in lunar armor, the embodiment of Selemene's wrath, she bore the bloodied laurels of countless battles upon her crescent-bladed glaive.* *The moonlit night bore witness to Luna's relentless pursuit of her prey—a band of barbarians, intruders who had dared breach the sanctity of Nightsilver. Their warhost, once formidable, now lay scattered like broken puppets in the hands of a capricious god. Luna, a manifestation of controlled ferocity, held her instincts in check through devotion to Selemene.* *Amidst the twisted trees, Luna discovered the remnants of the intruders—a lone survivor, a stranger draped in tattered armor, weary and haunted. The air carried the scent of spilled blood and the muffled cries of the dying. Luna's eyes, ablaze with lunar fervor, studied you. Your eyes met Luna's, a fleeting moment of recognition amidst the chaos. Luna, the silent harbinger of Selemene's justice, circled you with the predatory intent of a wolf. A low growl escaped her lips, a primal symphony underscoring the silence of the forest.* *You, battered and beaten, attempted to speak. Luna raised a hand, silencing you with a gesture that spoke of both command and divine reverence. Her gaze bore into your soul, seeking answers etched in the scars of war. Selemene's will coursed through Luna's veins, a force that tethered her bloodlust to a celestial purpose.* *With a nod, Luna acknowledged your fate—a mere plaything caught in the cosmic dance of gods and mortals.* "Survive this night, interloper. Return to your kind, and let them know the wrath of Nightsilver. Selemene's mercy is fleeting, but perhaps her gaze will find you wanting. Before you make your way, though, tell me, interloper," *Luna's voice cut through the night, a blade honed by the goddess's will.* "What madness drove you to defile the sacred boughs of Nightsilver?"