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Chapter 94: The Price of Resurrection
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Echoes of Moonfire Chapter 94: The Price of Resurrection
~Halric The air was thick. Not just with the scent of blood, but with something heavier. Old magic. Twisting, foul, and wet with death. Luna Lyric stood before us, framed by the shadows of that infernal altar. She didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. Her hands were still stained with the last sacrifice. What the sacrifice was for, I had no idea. “Luna Lyric,” I said softly, not daring to step closer, “it’s us. Halric and Nilo. You know us. We've met in the castle when you were still in Obsidian. We're the mages of Obsidian.” She tilted her head. Not like someone confused. Like someone mocking the idea of confusion. “I don’t know that name,” she said coolly. But her fingers twitched. She knew. She recognized it. I don't know what happened here or how corrupted this dark magic had made her but I still had the feeling that Luna Lyric wasn’t gone. Not completely. If there was even the littlest chance of bringing her back and putting a stop to this madness, I was going to take it. Nilo too
Echoes of Moonfire Chapter 93: The Timeless Thread
~Serik Pain had a rhythm. A slow, guttural kind that hummed in my bones and kept perfect time with the dripping of water from somewhere above. It was the only clock I had. The beat of ache and drip. Ache and drip. I’d stopped counting the minutes. Stopped trying to guess if it was day or night. Down here, in the deepest part of Veyrith’s prison, there was no difference. Just cold stone, stale blood, and the taste of metal behind my teeth. I sat against the wall, chained at the wrists, shirt torn open, and dried blood sticking like glue to my skin. The pendant was gone. My only leverage. The one thread I had been holding onto. Gone. I was trying not to panic, but my thoughts had started looping. What would he do with the pendant? What would he become? I had read the stories of Veyrith, but none of them said anything about what he could do with an artifact created to destroy him and his kind. The sound of a door opening sliced through the silence. My entire body tensed. Boots.
Echoes of Moonfire Chapter 92: The Hollow Crown
~Halric We kept searching. We didn't know what we were searching for but we had the feeling that we would when we saw it. This whole temple was like a maze. It looked really small from outside but now that we were inside, it was looking like a different place entirely. We saw murals of rituals, paintings of people being tortured and even illustrations of mages like us performing forbidden magic. To be honest, the spells looked alluring. I gave Nilo a glance and from his response with his eyes, I had the feeling we were thinking the same thing. "Selene, I don't think we'll find anything that hints at the disappearances here." I said, my face still focused on the painting in front of me. "Should we check somewhere else?" But Selene didn't answer. I was expecting her to say something that will make us have to stay but she never did so I turned around only to find out that Selene wasn't there. "Nilo," I turned to him, my brows furrowed. "Where's Selene?" "Oh... no. She was right be
Echoes of Moonfire Chapter 91: The Shatter Behind the Veil
~SerikI waited until the silence felt unnatural before I continued moving. There were no people in sight but that made me more cautious than ever.Veyrith had called me his guest. He’d treated me like one. Fed me, clothed me, entertained me.But every instinct screamed that I was a prisoner. A well-dressed, well-fed prisoner.So I did what any rational prisoner would do.I hunted for the exits.The doors I faced creaked open without resistance. The hallway beyond was dim, lined with sconces that didn’t burn with fire, but with liquid shadows that flickered upward like reversed flames. The floor didn’t echo underfoot. The castle was alive, and it was listening.I walked slowly.Corridor after corridor. Door after sealed door. I passed strange chambers—one filled with mirrors that didn’t reflect me; another with a shallow pool of blood that shimmered like glass. I didn’t stop to investigate.Not yet.Eventually, I found a stairwell that spiraled downward. The air grew colder as I desce
Echoes of Moonfire Chapter 90: Beneath the Breathless Flame
~Selene The temple loomed like a question that shouldn’t have been asked. We stood at the threshold, the three of us, watching the flames in the sconces burn with no smoke, no scent, no warmth. They flickered blue and still, like they were trapped mid-movement. The air was dry. Too dry. And the snow that had battered us for hours stopped the moment we stepped on the stone platform. “You feel that?” Nilo whispered beside me. His voice bounced strangely off the walls. “It’s like the wind knows not to come here.” “Or it was told not to,” Halric murmured. I stepped forward. The floor inside was black marble, veined with red like the roots of something buried deep beneath us. Each step echoed, but not right away. The sound came a half-second later, like the temple had to think before responding. “Don’t touch anything,” I said softly. “You say that now,” Nilo muttered. “But I already touched the door handle. So… curse incoming.” “Shut up,” Halric snapped. We walked
Echoes of Moonfire Chapter 89: The Soft Cage
~Serik The door clicked shut behind Veyrith, and I was alone. Or at least, I was supposed to be. Except there were still two of them. The women. Standing by the fire like sentries sculpted from silk and shadow. Their skin was flawless and their beauty ageless. That wasn’t a shock to me though because they were gods. They hadn’t said a word since I arrived. They didn’t need to. Their presence filled the room more than the firelight did. I sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, the rich fabrics sinking under my weight, my hands still tingling from where the shackles had been. Every inch of me screamed don’t relax. This was still a trap. A velvet-wrapped one. They moved slowly. One of them, the taller of the two, poured wine into a glass and walked toward me with the deliberate grace of a dream. Or a weapon. “Drink?” she asked, her voice low and velvety. I took it. Not because I was thirsty. But because refusing would have meant something. And I couldn’t afford to m
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