All Chapters of Luminous: The Throne: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Down!” Kael tackled Alessia to the ground just as the sphere of corrupted luminous exploded above them. The entire tribunal hall erupted into chaos—shields activating, nobles screaming, and guards rushing to form defensive circles. Glass shattered from the high balcony where the assassin had appeared. Pieces rained down like jagged stars. Alessia gasped, her head spinning, her body barely recovering from the Noctis trial. She clung to Kael’s cloak as the ground vibrated beneath her. “Stay down,” Kael urged, pressing her closer to the floor while shadows flared from his body like living guards. The Moon King raised one hand lazily. A wall of silver luminescence materialized around him, absorbing the second attack without leaving a scratch. A Solaris guard shouted, “Protect the King!” A Noctis envoy yelled, “Protect the Princess!” The Conclave dissolved instantly into two priorities, and Alessia realized with horror that they were not the same. “Kael,” she whispered, “the assas

“Alessia, stay with me—Alessia!” Kael’s shout pierced the air as he caught her collapsing body before it hit the marble floor. Her limbs hung limp in his arms, her silver aura flickering violently like a candle battling a storm. Her breathing was shallow—barely there—her eyelids fluttering without focus. The world around them erupted with the sounds of Ariadne's scream, Seraphine's sob, Eryx cursing under his breath, and Ianthe issuing orders. Guards were rushing. Judges are panicking. The Primals are stepping forward, and the assassin was laughing. Kael pulled Alessia tightly against him, cradling her head as if it were the most fragile thing in existence. His shadows recoiled, panicked by her fading luminousness. “Open your eyes,” Kael whispered, voice breaking. “Alessia, please—look at me.” Her head lolled against his arm. Her pulse fluttered weakly under his fingers. Ariadne collapsed beside them, grasping her daughter’s cold hand. “My love… my baby… breathe—breathe, please!

“Get away from her. Now.” The voice cracked like a blade—it was unlike Alessia's, Kael's, or any judge or guard. It was the freed man—the former assassin—who staggered upright, trembling from the shock of having the corruption torn from his body. His hands were raised, palms outward, trying to warn the chamber. But Alessia didn’t move. She simply turned her head slightly, silver-violet eyes narrowing. “Why?” she asked calmly. “Is there something else coming?” The man’s chest rose and fell rapidly. His breathing was ragged. His face—now visible beneath the shattered mask—was young but worn. A pair of dark eyes flicked around the chamber, panic tightening his expression. He gulped. “He’ll see me. He’ll feel the severing. The Architect—he’ll come for me.” “No,” Alessia corrected sharply. “He’ll come for me.” The chamber erupted once again. “You must hide, Princess Alessia!” “She must be evacuated!” “Seal the doors!” “Protect the Princess!” “Lock down the palace!” “Call the e

“Where are we going?” Kael asked the moment they stepped out of the tribunal hall and into the long, echoing corridor. Alessia walked ahead of him, her gait steady, her posture straight, her luminous aura contained but sharp enough that every guard they passed instinctively lowered their gaze. “To the Primals’ Sanctum,” she answered calmly. Kael's brows furrowed. “Already?” “Yes.” Alessia answered confidently. “You just fought off an assassin, survived a tribunal, and confronted the Architect’s herald.” “And?” Alessia turned her head slightly, a cold edge to her tone. “The world won’t wait for me to rest.” Kael exhaled, a strange mixture of admiration and exasperation. “You’re impossible.” She smirked. “You’ll get used to it.” A guard jogged up beside them, bowing quickly. “Princess Alessia, the hallways are being cleared for your passage. The Solaris Queen requested—” “Later,” she said without breaking stride. “But—” “I said later,” Alessia sternly answered. The guard

“Panic?” Kael repeated the word quietly, as if testing how it felt in the air. His voice wasn’t mocking—just stunned. The Primals, luminous and swirling like living constellations, shifted with visible surprise at Alessia’s declaration. “Yes,” Alessia said simply. “He will.” Solaris stepped forward, golden light pulsing. “The Architect doesn’t panic. He calculates.” “Calculations break,” Alessia replied, “when you delete the variables.” Noctis hummed, amused. “And what variables have you ‘deleted,’ child?” Alessia flicked her wrist. Silver-violet essence gathered at her fingers and projected the fractured thread she tore inside the Current. It hovered midair like a shimmering crack in reality, vibrating with unstable energy. “This,” she said. “This was the foundation of the prophecy. The moment when the Architect expected me to die.” Kael’s hand twitched near his sword. “The vision you saw? The one with—” “No,” Alessia cut in gently. “A different one.” He searched her eyes