Semua Bab Chasing my Luna : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Chapter 120 – The Starfield’s BetrayalThe nexus’s starfield pulsed with a vibrant energy, its constellations weaving patterns of hope and memory as Jessica led her companions along a path of shimmering light. The golden orb at the nexus’s heart still hummed in her mind, its heartbeat a steady reminder of her choice to embrace her hollowness rather than erase it. Her glow burned brighter now, a quiet fire forged from scars and unity, but the hollowness lingered, a soft ache that stirred with every step. The path ahead twisted, its light fracturing into prismatic hues, as if the nexus itself were unraveling. No weaver’s whisper greeted them, only a growing unease, a sense that the silence was a mask for something vast and treacherous.Kade walked beside her, his amber eyes scanning the shifting path, his claws half-extended. His voice was rough with concern, a warmth that grounded her. “This place feels wrong, Jess. Like it’s watching us, waiting to pounce.”Selene glided ahead, her sp

Chapter 122 – The Silver Star’s OriginThe silver star gleamed in the nexus’s starfield, its light cold and unyielding, like moonlight on a frozen sea. Jessica led her companions along a path of polished obsidian, its surface etched with faint, glowing sigils that pulsed with an ancient rhythm. Her golden glow flickered, a fragile flame against the hollowness in her chest, now a raw wound after shattering Elyra’s pact. The silver star’s whisper “You saved the soul, but can you face the origin?” carried a weight that chilled her soul, not with malice but with the promise of a truth older than the nexus itself. Each step felt like a descent into memory, the air thick with the scent of dust and time.Kade’s amber eyes darted across the path, his claws extended, his voice rough with protective fervor. “This star’s not like the others, Jess. It’s… heavy. Like it’s been here forever, waiting for us.”Selene glided beside him, her spectral form dim against the silver light, her voice trembl

Chapter 124 The Prismatic Star’s PromiseThe prismatic star shimmered in the nexus’s starfield, its light a delicate dance of every hue, soft yet piercing, like a dawn breaking through a shattered prism. Jessica led her companions along a path of translucent crystal, its surface refracting their reflections into countless versions of themselves some weary, some radiant, all bound by their shared scars. Her golden glow flickered, a resilient flame tempered by the void of Null’s defeat, but the hollowness in her chest pulsed, no longer a wound but a quiet strength, stirring with the prismatic star’s song, a gentle hum, not a whisper, carrying a promise that felt both hopeful and perilous. Each step resonated with a fragile hope, but the air crackled with an undercurrent of suspense, as if the nexus held a secret it wasn’t ready to share.Kade’s amber eyes glowed in the refracted light, his claws retracted but his posture tense, his voice thick with cautious optimism. “This star’s not s

Chapter 126 – The White Star’s JudgmentThe white star shone with a blinding, serene radiance in the nexus’s starfield, its light not warm or cold but absolute, like the final note of existence itself. Jessica led her companions along a path of pure, unblemished crystal, its surface smooth and unyielding, reflecting their weary forms in stark clarity. Her golden glow flickered, a defiant ember against the hollowness in her chest, now a living force, pulsing with the strength of every battle won against deception, truth, hunger, growth, finality, pacts, origins, voids, promises, and the nexus’s own doubt. The white star’s chime rang, a clear, resonant toll that carried no words, only a weight of judgment that pressed against her soul, as if the nexus itself were deciding her fate. The fracture’s shadow lingered, a faint pulse of past weavers, their wrath subdued but not silenced, hinting at a final reckoning that could unmake everything.Kade walked beside her, his amber eyes blazing

Chapter 128 – The Formless Star’s CollapseThe formless star pulsed in the nexus’s starfield, its light not a glow but a wound in reality, a shifting void that devoured light and spat back fragments of chaos, colors, shapes, and screams that flickered and died. Jessica led her companions along a path of fractured essence, its surface neither solid nor liquid but a trembling mirage, splintering under their steps into shards of memory and dread. Her golden glow flickered, a desperate spark against the hollowness in her chest, now a raging inferno, fueled by every victory, against deception, truth, hunger, growth, finality, pacts, origins, voids, promises, doubts, judgments, and the abyss itself. The formless star’s whisper “You wove reality, but can you hold it?” was a blade in her soul, not a promise but a taunt, promising collapse with every syllable. The fracture’s shadow, a relentless echo of every weaver’s wrath, surged in the distance, no longer faint but a storm, threatening to