Semua Bab The Last Moonbane: Bab 81 - Bab 86

Ambrosius’s POVWhen I decided to go after Corwin, I never intended to go alone.Despite what Seraphina might believe—despite what I might have said—I’m not reckless.And I’m certainly not sentimental enough to face my uncle without preparation.No, I brought my best.A team of six. Handpicked. Trained under my command. Trusted with secrets that even most of the Riddle line never learned.Some of them were mages. Others, wolves. One was neither.None of them had ever failed me.And if I had any chance of rooting Corwin out of whatever lair he’d chosen, I’d need all six.But that didn’t mean I intended for them to follow me into the heart.Because I knew Corwin.And Corwin didn’t build traps for groups.He built them for heirs.We reached the entrance under cover of mist and shadow.The southern leyline tunnels were far beneath the outer estates—buried in disused catacombs and old failed ritual sites.We had to bypass three blood-locked gates before the stone cracked open beneath our f

Ambrosius’s POVThe ground split like breath drawn between clenched teeth.At first, I thought it was just part of Corwin’s show—another illusion, another trick meant to throw me off balance.But the tremor was real.The floor beneath us shifted, groaned, and then—slowly, like something ancient stretching awake after a long slumber—began to open.And from the depths of that darkened pit, something rose.It wasn’t alive.Not in any way the world should recognize.But it moved. It breathed.And its breath stank of blood and salt and magic left to rot.I stepped back as the figure pulled itself onto the stone platform. It was tall—almost my height—but hunched slightly at the shoulders, like it had once stood straight and then forgotten how.Its arms were too long. One of them was clearly inhuman—grafted muscle, pulsing with faint silver veins that didn&rsqu

Ambrosius’s POVSeraphina stood between me and my death.She didn’t look like a rescuer. Not in the way people imagine them—no shining armor, no glowing runes, no divine entrance. Just a lean silhouette framed by the chamber's flickering red light, sword drawn, hair a little messy, smirking like this was all part of her plan.I stared at her for one breath too long.And she winked.“Hi~.”The clone that wore my face hesitated. Not for long. Just enough.Long enough.Seraphina moved first.One clean step forward. A single slice. The sword carved through the rune-skinned monster behind me with surgical precision, the edge biting into its corrupted spine. It didn’t scream. It simply folded.She turned toward the next one, already calculating.My mind caught up as she ducked a clawed swing and buried her boot into another’s chest. It staggered. She pivoted with the effi