Semua Bab THE LUNA REBIRTH: REVENGE UNDER THE MOON: Bab 131 - Bab 140

The heat was suffocating. Fire danced across the void, curling around Iris as though trying to consume her, yet it didn’t burn. She stumbled forward, chest heaving, each breath weighted like molten iron. Golden embers swirled around her, each one a dying star, their glow reflecting in her wide, panicked eyes.“I… I can’t breathe,” she gasped, clutching the Hollow Star pulsing violently on her chest.From deep within the inferno came a voice—soft yet powerful, laced with melancholy and finality.“That’s because you no longer walk the mortal path, child of flame.”Iris lifted her head, and there she was. The Moon Goddess, radiant yet fractured, stood at the heart of the fire. Cracks split her luminous body, leaking gold light as if she were breaking apart from within.“No…” Iris’s voice cracked. “What’s happening to you?!”“I’ve given too much of myself,” the Goddess said, her voice heavy. “To shield you. To guide you. Now, my flame burns out.”Iris shook her head violently. “No! Take

The battlefield was chaos incarnate. Shadow wolves tore through the Silver Moon defenders, their howls reverberating like thunder. Above the fray, Valeborne hovered in the storm-choked sky, his vast form twisting between starlight and abyss. Iris, cloaked in golden fire and shadow tendrils, unleashed a wave of energy that shattered a dozen enemies in one breath.But her strength was waning. Every surge of power chipped away at her mortal frame, the Hollow Star mark burning like a brand on her chest.“Hold the line!” Aiden roared, rallying the warriors around him. His blade flashed with lunar light as he cut down a monstrous Eclipse wolf lunging for Iris.“Behind you!” Lyra’s voice echoed—not in warning but in mockery. She emerged from the smoke, her eyes burning like obsidian flames, her blade forged of shadow essence.“Iris, it’s over. Surrender now, and I may let them live.”Iris’s jaw tightened as she raised her hand. Golden vines erupted from the ground, lashing at Lyra, who dodg

The wind howled like a chorus of the damned as Aiden staggered back from Damon’s monstrous transformation. Black wings spread from Damon’s shoulders, blotting out what little light remained in the sky. His horns gleamed with raw shadow magic, and his crimson eyes burned with Valeborne’s power.“Aiden, go!” Damon roared, his voice layered with Valeborne’s guttural tone. “I can’t hold him back for long!”But Aiden didn’t move. His grip on his lunar blade tightened as memories of every battle they’d fought together flashed through his mind. He couldn’t abandon Damon—not now, not ever.“Not a chance,” Aiden growled. “You’re still in there. I’m not leaving you to him.”The Rift above pulsed violently, sending streaks of black lightning arcing across the fortress. Lyra watched from the altar’s remains, a cruel smile curling her lips.“Foolish Alpha,” she sneered. “You can’t save him. You can’t even save yourself.”Scene 1: The TemptationThe shadows around Aiden shifted. A whisper curled in

The Silver Moon Pack burned.Ash filled the air as flames licked the ancient walls of the packhouse. Screams of wolves and the roar of shadow beasts blended into a single, deafening cacophony. Iris stood on the ridge above, her Hollow Star mark blazing as she watched Lyra’s army surge through the valley like a tide of darkness.“They’re already inside,” Selene gasped beside her, ice crackling from her fingers. Her white hair was streaked with soot. “We’re too late.”“No,” Iris said firmly, her golden eyes flashing. “We still have time to save the survivors.”She turned to Damon, who stood at her other side, his twin blades humming with restrained power. “Split our forces. Selene, take the western flank and hold the bridges. Damon, with me—we take the packhouse.”Damon nodded grimly. “If we don’t make it…”“You will,” Iris said sharply. “I’m not losing anyone else tonight.”Scene 1: Breaching the ShadowsThe trio plunged into the chaos. Iris led the charge, her silver fire blazing a pa

The Silver Moon Valley stood silent, a world torn between ruin and rebirth. Ash drifted like morbid snowflakes, settling over the scarred earth and the splintered trunks of ancient trees. The once-proud packhouse now lay in smoldering ruins, its walls reduced to charred stones, its aura of safety gone. Wolves gathered in hushed clusters around the clearing, their gazes fixed skyward at the fractured moon. The great celestial body hung above them, its jagged crack pulsing faintly as if it were a living wound. Aiden knelt in the heart of the destruction, his fingers buried in the dirt where Iris had vanished. His nails bit into the cold soil as though he could claw through realms and drag her back from whatever void had claimed her. His voice came low, hoarse, and unyielding. “She’s not gone.” The words trembled like fragile glass. “She can’t be.” Damon stood a short distance away, his usual smug confidence stripped away. His arms were folded tight, and his expression—often unre