All Chapters of Luminous: The Throne: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Don’t let him die.” Alessia screamed it the moment Kael’s body hit the courtyard stone. Her voice tore from her throat, shaking, desperate—not a princess’s cry, not a warrior’s rage, but a terrified girl begging the world not to take one more person from her. “KAEL!” Eryx grabbed her before she could vault over the ruined balcony. “Alessia, STOP!” “LET ME GO!” “You’ll break your legs!” “I DON’T CARE—LET ME GO!” Seraphine sobbed behind them. “Oh stars, Kael…!” Kael lay crumpled, unmoving, his dark hair splayed across the stone. Blood dripped from his shoulder in thick dark streams. His mask—cracked nearly in half—glinted weakly in the moonlight. He didn’t move not once. Alessia couldn’t see his chest rise. She couldn’t hear his breath. She couldn’t feel him through the shimmering storm of Lux still crackling around her. Panic choked her. “I HAVE TO GET TO HIM!” Eryx cursed under his breath, swung her up into his arms, and carried her away from the broken balcony. “Eryx—Eryx

“Speak now!” Emperor Priam’s voice cut through the cold stone chamber like a blade. Alessia stood behind him, trembling despite the guards flanking her and Eryx standing at her side. Kael was still recovering under healer supervision—Eryx had forbidden Alessia to leave his side until he regained consciousness, but the Emperor himself summoned her and no one disobeyed an imperial summons. They were in the Interrogation Hall, a circular room deep below the palace. The walls were lined with warding runes—Lux, Aqua, Terra, and Ignis—woven in thick rings to prevent any Luminous user from escaping. In the center, chained to a carved pillar, sat the assassin even bound by wrists and ankles, their presence was chilling. Their silver mask had been removed, revealing a young man—no older than twenty—with dark hair matted with sweat, a sharp jaw tense, and pale skin dusted with soot and dried blood. But his eyes—his eyes were wrong, not frightened, not broken, and not pleading. They were foc

“They fear you.” Eryx said it the moment he pushed open the heavy doors of the Council chamber and guided Alessia inside. The hall fell silent, not respectful, and not surprised but fearful. Alessia felt it immediately—the way nobles stiffened, the way advisors’ hands twitched toward their cores, and the way several guards shifted their stances. She could practically taste the tension in the air, thick and sharp like cold metal. Seraphine hovered behind her, hands clasped nervously, her pale face betraying her anxiety. A hush rippled through the long, polished table where the Empire’s Council sat. High Chancellor Varian stood at the center, tall and composed, but his eyes—his eyes were calculating. Empress Ariadne stood at Priam’s right, expression unreadable. And Emperor Priam…He watched Alessia like she was something both magnificent and dangerous. A weapon, a threat, a prophecy annd the Council felt that too. A murmured whisper broke the silence. “Dual-core…” “Lux and Cal

“Princess Alessia Endymion, the Lux priests request your presence.” The messenger bowed so deeply his forehead nearly touched the marble floor. Alessia stiffened. Seraphine dropped the comb she was using to fix Alessia’s hair. Eryx, seated by the window, shot to his feet. “Absolutely not.” The messenger flinched. “Y-Your Highness… the priests insist the Princess come to the Sanctum immediately.” “Insist?” Eryx repeated, voice sharp as a blade. “They have no authority over her.” Alessia’s pulse quickened. “Lux priests… now? Why?” The messenger nervously said, “They said it is urgent. They claim it concerns about the prophecy.” Seraphine gasped a soft prayer. “Oh stars!” Before Eryx could argue again, another voice spoke quietly from the bed, “Let her go.” It was Kael. He pushed himself upright slowly, wincing as pain shot through his shoulder. Seraphine rushed to stabilize him, panicking. “Kael—stop—your wounds!” He ignored her, mask tilted toward Alessia. “Go.” Eryx turned o

“Princess Alessia Endymion, step forward.” The voice echoed through the Sanctum—bright, resonant, and almost holy, yet edged with something sharp enough to cut. Alessia opened her eyes. All she saw is light. The entrance doors had closed behind her with a deep, final thud, sealing her inside a vast chamber where everything—the floors, the pillars, the air—glowed with pure Lux. Her shadow barely stretched past her feet, swallowed by radiance. The hall was circular and enormous, large enough to hold a hundred people, yet eerily empty. Only ten Lux priests stood in a crescent formation at the far end, cloaked in white and gold. At the center was the High Luminary, staff in hand, robes shimmering like sunlight on water. Alessia stepped forward, her boots clicking softly against the glowing marble. “Princess Alessia,” the High Luminary said, voice warm but unreadable, “welcome to the Heart of Lux.” She nodded once, “Thank you for receiving me.” He studied her carefully. “You arrived