Chapter 4 - Last BloodMoon

This sealing magic could only be broken on the day when her kingdom was brought to ruin and the era of endless war began anew in the world.

"Now, I have recounted my history to you," the statue proclaimed, its voice resonating with ancient authority.

Ravenna absorbed the revelation, her gaze unwavering as she processed the weight of the statue's words. "Only my direct bloodline can inherit my power," it continued solemnly.

A mix of awe and uncertainty washed over Ravenna. "As the last descendant of the Bloodmoon line, the power can be yours," the statue affirmed.

Ravenna's breath hitched. This moment was beyond her wildest dreams, yet it carried a burden she could hardly fathom. "But to make it yours and prove your worth, a journey awaits," the statue declared with unwavering resolve.

The faint glow from the hovering globe intensified briefly, casting a mystical aura around them. "I will bestow upon you the ability to reclaim what is rightfully yours," the statue promised, its voice echoing with determination.

Ravenna's determination strengthened. This was her opportunity to restore her kingdom and prevent the resurgence of war. "And to end the era of conflict looming over this land," the statue concluded, its eyes seeming to pierce through the veil of time.

Yet deep within, she sensed a deep responsibility - to honor her lineage and protect her people from the advancing darkness once more.

"How long will you weep? How much longer must you wrestle with your resolve?" the statue's voice rang out with commanding authority.

"Is it not the solemn duty of a princess to protect her kingdom?" it continued, its tone unwavering.

"You sought answers from the heavens. Have you found clarity in their response?" the statue inquired, its gaze piercing.

"Yet, here you stand, hesitating before me. Remember, my child, 'God helps those who help themselves'," the statue's words were both a reminder and a challenge.

"No savior will come to your aid unless you possess the strength to compel them," the statue declared firmly, its presence imbued with ancient wisdom and determination.

Standing before the statue, Ravenna felt a surge of strong resolve mingled with uncertainty. Accepting this legacy meant embracing a destiny she hadn't expected.

Ravenna murmured words of courage to herself, realizing it was not the time for hesitation. The words spoken by the statue echoed in her mind.

She had questioned the heavens about her fate - why she was left behind while everyone else perished, why she had to endure such a cruel destiny of loneliness without her parents.

In a sudden flash of insight, like a bolt of lightning striking her thoughts, Ravenna understood. This was not a curse but a gift bestowed upon her as the last survivor of the Bloodmoon lineage.

It was her solemn responsibility to rise from the ashes once more, to walk the path forged by the first queen, and to continue the legacy that birthed the Lunar Kingdom from humble beginnings.

As a child, Ravenna had heard countless stories of her Lunar kingdom's history. She knew of the first queen who founded the kingdom and how she protected her people. She knew the tales of how the queen single-handedly ended wars during the relentless era of conflict.

Now, however, Ravenna heard these stories not from historians or books but directly from the lips of the first queen herself - the one who had achieved the seemingly impossible task of bringing peace during the era of endless war.

"I accept, my queen," Ravenna declared solemnly, kneeling before the statue. Her voice rang out with unwavering determination.

There was no trace of hesitation in her words now. Her trembling body had stilled, replaced by a strong determination that burned in her eyes. They gleamed with the light of fresh hope, steady hands resting calmly at her sides. Her heart felt as firm as a mountain, determined and unmoving against any challenge.

Like a sturdy mountain standing tall against the harsh winds, Ravenna's spirit mirrored its steady strength. Her eyes, bright as they were, pierced through the darkness like a guiding light.

Her hair flowed like silk in the gentle breeze, catching the light with each movement, a sign of her royal appearance amidst the ruins.

As soon as Ravenna accepted the offer from the statue, a mysterious globe which casting the warm faint white light above the statue move and absorbed in the mind of Ravenna. 

The mysterious globe revealed itself as the source of new power, containing every aspect of the queen's authority. Within it lay the ancient wisdom of magic, countless spells, and the deepest secrets of arcane knowledge.

Everything that the first queen had mastered was now within reach for Ravenna to absorb and harness.

As Ravenna approached the globe, her appearance seemed to transform. Her eyes glowed with a radiant light, beams of illumination shining from within. 

The process of absorbing this vast knowledge was not without pain; she gritted her teeth as every arcane secret surged into her consciousness.

She felt herself floating in the air, surrounded by swirling arcane symbols that appeared out of nowhere.