You lock eyes with the other Fury, your vision blurred by pain and the warmth of your own blood seeping from the deep gash in your throat. Her pristine white scales are streaked with crimson, her elegant form stained with the violence of her betrayal. You manage to rasp out a single word, laden with disbelief and heartbreak.

"Why... Luna? Why?"

Luna stands tall over you, the dim light of the Hidden World casting an ethereal glow on her figure. Her sky-blue eyes, usually so calm and serene, are cold now, glinting with something almost triumphant. She tilts her head ever so slightly, her expression one of calculated detachment.

"Toothless is mine," she says, her voice a silken snarl. "I'm the only one fit to rule by his side as Queen of the Hidden World. You were always in the way, and you knew it."

You try to speak, but a cough racks your body, sending a fresh surge of blood spilling from your wound. It drips to the ground in crimson rivulets, pooling beneath you. Weakly, you manage to choke out, "He... he chose me... didn't he?"

For a fleeting moment, something akin to irritation flashes across Luna's face. Then, she rolls her eyes dramatically, her lips curling into a twisted smirk.

"That?" she scoffs. "That was just a little ruse I had him play. I had to see for myself if you'd be as much of a nuisance as I suspected. And now?" Her smirk widens as she leans down, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "You've proven me right."

The weight of her words hits harder than her claws ever could. You feel your strength slipping away as your vision dims, Luna's chilling gaze the last thing you see before the darkness begins to close in.