Moonlit Legacy

"I understand, I can't always protect you," Long Yao said.

"Hmm, mother. Do you have anything I can do to this hair, it is too long" Long Chen said.

"If you practice the technique in the book, the length will grow shorter. But you have to attain the tenth level of the awakening stage" Long Yao explained.

"Okay Mother," Long Chen said.

**In a dimly lit room...**

The Moon Lord knelt on the cold stone floor, his long silver hair cascading around him like a silken waterfall. Chains bound his wrists, and his torso bore the marks of countless scars, each a testament to his unbroken spirit. Blood oozed from his wounds, but he refused to grant his tormentors the satisfaction of hearing his pain, maintaining a stoic silence.

As the middle-aged man entered the room, his eyes gleamed with malice, and a cruel smile played upon his lips. Two heavily armed guards followed, their presence only intensifying the aura of malevolence

The kneeling man's body shivers slightly but does not give the other man the satisfaction he wants. He had been torturing him to make him beg for mercy but the man was as numb as a rock showing no emotion on his face

The Moon Lord's silent determination seemed to infuriate his tormentor even more. The middle-aged man paced around the room, his eyes locked on the captive with a malicious glint.

"You always were a stubborn one, weren't you?" he hissed, his voice dripping with disdain. "But I assure you, Moon Lord, I have methods yet to try."

With a wave of his hand, the man signalled to the guards, who stepped forward with instruments of pain and suffering. Long, sharp blades and glowing, heated irons gleamed in the dim light.

The Moon Lord's breathing quickened, but he still held his silence, his eyes fixed on some distant point as if drawing strength from a hidden reservoir of inner resolve.

The middle-aged man approached him, bending down to meet the Moon Lord's eyes. "You know," he whispered, his voice a cold, cruel whisper, "it doesn't have to be this way. All you have to do is reveal the location of the Moonlight Stone, and this can end."

The Moon Lord's gaze remained unyielding, his lips sealed tight.

The tormentor leaned in closer, his face twisted in sadistic pleasure. "Or perhaps you're more concerned about your precious daughters? Little Luna and moon fire isn't it? Such a pity they have been missing all these years."

The moonlight stone is very special it shows the locations of those who have the moon bloodline. After teleporting them, the moon lord hid the stone.

A flicker of emotion crossed the Moon Lord's eyes, but he refused to speak.

The middle-aged man straightened up, a triumphant smirk on his face. "Very well, Moon Lord. We have all the time in the world. I'll break you eventually."

As the guards resumed their cruel work, the Moon Lord's thoughts turned inward. He couldn't help but think of his lost daughters, and the promise he had made to them. His determination to endure this torture grew even stronger, for he knew that beyond this excruciating pain lay a hope that he would one day reunite with his beloved daughter.

"As long as you two are still alive, the moon bloodline will never perish," the Moon lord said to himself inwardly while enduring the inhumane torture.

Back in the courtyard with Long Chen and Long Yao, a sense of urgency began to settle in as Long Chen realized the weight of his mother's past and the responsibility he now carried as her son. With newfound determination, he understood that his journey to uncover the truth and unlock his potential had only just begun.

They both sat under the embrace of the full moonlight.

They have been together and they lost track of time.

*Shi* A soft sound was heard as Long Yao's silver hair shone.

"Mother...." Long Chen said.

"I know, it being long I freed my hair" Long Yao said.

Long Chen's resolve deepened as he absorbed the gravity of his mother's past and the significance of their shared lineage. It was clear to him that the path ahead was fraught with challenges, secrets, and danger, but he would face them head-on.

Back in the courtyard, Long Yao looked at her son with a mixture of pride and concern. "Chen'er," she said, her voice filled with maternal warmth, "you have a long journey ahead of you, and I can't protect you from everything. But I have faith in your strength and determination."

Long Chen nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Mother, I will tread this path carefully, and I promise to protect our family's legacy."

As the night wore on, mother and son continued to talk, sharing stories and wisdom. Long Yao imparted valuable knowledge about their unique powers, the techniques they could harness, and the responsibilities that came with their lineage.

In the dark and sinister room, the Moon Lord endured unimaginable pain, determined to protect the Moonlight Stone and reunite with his daughter. His captor's sadistic attempts to break him only fueled his resolve. He knew that he couldn't yield to their demands, for the fate of his family and the world rested on his resilience.