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CXLIII: A CLASH OF MOTHER AND SON

Penulis: Lune Blood
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-08 21:36:23

The word hung in the dead air, a blade slicing through every thought, every heartbeat, every fragile illusion of control.

"Soon."

The silver pulse of the Moon Sword faded; a silence fell, so complete, so heavy that it leaned against the chest like a gravestone. Its echo, though, remained, a hum older than memory, older than time, vibrating through the bones of the chamber. Every sigil etched into the stone walls flickered, pulsating in recognition, as if some invisible conductor had raised a baton and whispered to eternity itself.

Kaelen's breath hitched as his fingers spasmed, curling against the cold floor as if they could claw reality itself.

Then, the shift happened as his head snapped upward with a violence that startled even the ancient stones. But it wasn't Kaelen's face that stared back. His features remained, yes, but the eyes, oh, the eyes had changed. Moon silver but his pupils are red, almost the same as when Allistair fully transforms as chaos but his pupil's color is bla
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