All Chapters of The Forsaken Luna’s Revenge : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Nyla’s POVThe wind ceased.No leaves rustling. No birdsong. My lungs are out of breath.Nothing but quiet.Then, he emerged from behind the arch of charred stone.He was tall. Too tall. I had never seen a man so tall. Pieces of damaged armour and heavy smoke encased his body. His eyes—oh, those eyes—burned with black fire, but his face was concealed by a shattered mask.I shoved the kid out of my way. My hands were shaking."Who are you?" My voice cracked as I asked.The ancient god took a while to respond. He gave the boy a look. Not at me. At the Harbinger, no. Only the boy."Mine," he responded at last. His voice sounded hollow and deep, as if it were coming from beneath the earth. "The blaze that the fallen gods left behind... I'll accept it right away.The boy took hold of my hand. "Mom."I squeezed his fingers. "He isn't yours!" I yelled. "He is no longer a god. He relinquished it. Now he's just a boy!Slowly, the ancient god cocked his head as if he were hearing a voice that o

Nyla’s POVAs I moved more into the trees, I kept the shimmering mirror at my chest. The ground throbbed with an odd force, and the trees twisted like claws above me. I could feel my son even after the trail of searing footsteps had ceased. His spirit was calling out somewhere in this wilderness.I said, "Just wait a little while longer." "I'll be there."Around me, the forest moaned. There was no wind, but the leaves rustled. Like cobwebs, whispers stuck to the air."Nyla."Once more, that voice. It was my voice, but not truly mine.I dismissed it and continued to walk. My feet crunched on the blackened earth and dry leaves. It grew darker the farther I went. Even the Soul Mirror's light started to flicker.Then I noticed it.A ruin, tucked up behind enormous trees. It appeared to be a temple—ancient, shattered, and engulfed by time. The walls were made of fractured stone. Every surface had been covered in vines. Towering pillars sagged as if they were worn out. And there was a secon

Nyla’s POVIt took a while to respond to his query.I had a stiff throat. I had trembling hands.He had questioned, "Will you betray me too?"It wasn't his voice.But somewhere in there were still those eyes, those lovely, fearful eyes.I took a step forward.Slowly.With caution."I refuse," I said. "I'd never turn on you. You are my kid.As if it didn't like what I had said, the black smoke hissed and coiled closer about him."You swear?" His voice faltered, briefly becoming quiet once more."I swear," I said. Regardless of what occurs. I won't abandon you. I'm not going to give up.He trembled. The shadows whirled more quickly. Through the temple, the wind howled.His voice wavered between his and the god's as he said quietly, "You can't save me." "You ought to flee."With more volume, I declared, "I'm not running." "I am your mom. You are my soul and my heart. My love gave birth to you, and I will fight for you until the day I die.Behind him, a dark visage flashed—old, thin, and

Nyla’s POVThe body of my son was cold.He didn't lift his chest.He held his hand motionless.I whimpered, "Please," and embraced him closer. You are necessary to me. Return to me.However, nothing took place.I gave the Harbinger a look. "There must be a method."He didn't respond. He had a stone face."There must be a way," I said.At last, he spoke softly. "There's one... However, it is prohibited. It predates the gods. And hazardous."I'm not interested. I'll do anything.His eyes were warning as he looked at me. "You can't stop once you start. You donate a piece of your soul if you complete the ceremony."I'll give it my all," I declared. "He is my son."From his coat, the Harbinger withdrew a black stone. It had a slight crimson glow.He declared, "This is the Heart Stone." Lay it across his chest. The words of life will then be spoken. However, keep in mind that something else always replaces the person you bring back.I gave a nod.He took a step back.I gently laid the stone

Nyla’s POVThere was a problem.When the grass became brown under my son's feet, I realised what had happened.Gentlely, I urged, "Don't run ahead."He turned and glanced at me. He smiled a little. "All right, Mom."But the green faded where he stepped. The flowers sagged. The leaves dried out. The trees themselves appeared worn out.The surrounding birds that once sang? Lost.In the branches, not even squirrels dared to move.I made an effort to ignore it. Perhaps it was the Earth, which was still healing after the conflict.But I knew deep down.He was the one."How are you feeling?" As I walked next to him, I asked quietly.He shrugged. "I suppose."Do you have a headache? Unusual dreams?He gave me a short glance. "No dreams."That was untrue. I knew.I refrained from pushing.The forest no longer felt like home as we ventured farther into it. There was silence in the woods. Too silent.Then we caught sight of it.A deer—stumbling, panting.It gazed at my son. Then, like lightning