The First Curse had no face — only mouths, whispering all of Ravian's sins.
"Liar."
"Murderer."
"Coward."
Ravian staggered.
"Don't let it break you!" Lunaria cried.
He raised his hand, and the symbol on his palm burned bright. He roared, throwing a blast of white flame — infused with regret.
The First Curse recoiled. But it wasn't dead.
"It feeds on despair," Lunaria said. "We can't fight it… unless we forgive ourselves."
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