Chapter 33: The Path of Starlight and Ash

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• Echoes of Moonfire   Chapter 81: After the Light

  ~AeronThe light swallowed the sky.It wasn’t lightning. It wasn’t fire. It was something older—something primal. Like the world itself had exhaled for the first time in centuries. It stretched across the heavens in a perfect sphere, not blinding, but all-consuming. White. Pure. Absolute.And then… it was gone.Silence followed.The kind of silence that lives in ruins and aftermaths. The kind that has teeth.I staggered back, blinking. My ears rang. Smoke drifted past in soft ribbons, and the heat from what remained of the palace cracked the air.I looked up.There was… *nothing*.Eira was gone.And so was the man that was trying so hard to get to her.The place in the sky where they’d hovered moments ago now pulsed with fading strands of magic—silver, blue, and violet, unraveling like threads in water. I stared until my eyes watered, hoping to see movement. A silhouette. A flicker.But there was only sky.I didn’t realize how many people had stopped fighting until I heard how quiet t

• Echoes of Moonfire   Chapter 80: The Ones Who Still Believe

  ~EiraObsidian burned.From where I hovered—high above it all, suspended in the center of a sky split by storms—I could see everything. The towers were crumbling. Smoke billowed in furious plumes. The sacred streets I once walked barefoot now split open like old wounds, bleeding fire and stone.Below, the Lunar Sentients and the Horax were locked in a battle that had no rhythm, no end, no mercy.Their magic painted the air in streaks of silver and black—light clashing with dark, swords swinging between spellfire, and blood soaking into cracked stone. I watched a Sentient, young and trembling, hurl a disc of glowing moonlight at a Horax warrior—only to be impaled by a jagged obsidian spear before her spell even landed. She fell beside the man she killed. Both turned to ash when the next blast hit.Screams were like wind now—constant, shifting, endless.And then there was Aeron.He moved like a man fighting time itself. His shirt was torn, his hands bleeding as he pulled one survivor af

• Echoes of Moonfire   Chapter 79: When Light Devours

  ~EiraA man stood behind me, cloaked in black. His eyes were colorless, and a tattoo burned on his shoulder—a black spiral. Horax.“You again?”Before he could answer, the shadows thickened.The Horax emerged.Tamar—the one who tried to get my attention with that tug, moved back to assemble with the rest of the Horax, he was flanked by his soldiers at both sides, their mouths twisted in smiles that didn’t reach their eyes. They radiated ancient magic—my magic, only corrupted.I stepped forward, heart pounding.And then I saw her.Raven.My rage flared like a sunburst.I was getting tired to seeing her. She was like a cockroach—always coming back. Unfortunately for her, I had no plans to leave her alive this time around.“You just don’t stay dead, do you?!” I asked, my voice an echo of many.She smirked. “Takes more than rubble to kill me. And besides—you and I still have unfinished business.”“Let’s finish it, then. Once and for all.”I ignored Tamar. Ignored the rest.I lunged with e

• Echoes of Moonfire   Chapter 78: Through Shadows and Smoke

  ~CaelumThe blast hit me hard. Not enough to kill, but enough to sting. Enough to humiliate.I staggered back, clutching my side, the heat of the fireball still sizzling against my ribs. The tiny creature — Riley, the damn ceratopod — had eyes brighter than the moons and spells packed in her like a ticking star. And then, she vanished.With Eira.Gone.I stood there for a long time in the clearing, my breath coming in shallow bursts, hand twitching around the edge of my coat. I stared at the spot where she’d been. The place where her body had glowed, rising into the sky, and left me behind. Like I was nothing.“Damn it.”I had one job. One mission. And I’d failed.My hands curled into fists. Where could she have gone? The ceratopods were erratic, unpredictable. Magical anomalies. No scent trails. No signature. She could be halfway across the realm, or just below my feet.I didn’t know.And that terrified me.But Queen Seraphina had to.I summoned the teleportation rune, etching it mid

• Echoes of Moonfire   Chapter 77: The Weight of Silence

  ~Eira The sky opened around me. Wind screamed past my ears, but I heard nothing. I didn’t feel cold, or fast, or anything. I was just moving—drawn forward by something I couldn’t name. Something inside me had cracked wide open, and now it was all rushing out: pain, magic, grief. It pulled me like a current, a rising moon dragging the tide. The world blurred beneath my feet as I soared. Forests became smears of green. Rivers like silver veins. Mountains blinked past me like ghosts. Villages, distant and sleeping, unaware of the storm passing overhead. I knew these places—not in the way I remembered them, but in the way a god might remember the shape of the land she was carved from. And then— Obsidian. The dark city rose before me. Sleek rooftops, angular towers, glowing embers still flickering along the rebuilt walls. I hovered above it, and for a moment, I didn’t move. Then I dropped. The impact cracked the road. Stone fractured under my feet. Dust exploded outward.

• Echoes of Moonfire   Chapter 76: The Quiet Before the Ruin

  ~Eira Everything ached. The first thing I felt was the weight of my limbs. Like I’d been buried under sand and dream and magic for centuries. The second thing I felt was the warmth of something soft brushing against my cheek. Gentle. Rhythmic. Real. My eyes fluttered open slowly. Riley. She was standing over me, ears perked, violet eyes wide. Her little white paws shuffled anxiously as she tilted her head. Her fur glowed faintly, like the light hadn’t yet caught up with the dawn. I blinked at her. Then at the sky above us. Red. Cloudless and red. I sat up, groaning softly. My bones felt like they had been rearranged and then thrown back in the wrong order. Everything came rushing back. Caelum. The poison. His voice. His betrayal. I dropped to my knees with a whimper I didn’t mean to release. My bag fell beside me, spilling out a few supplies. The creature—the one who had saved me from him—chirped nervously. But I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t look at