บททั้งหมดของ Echoes of Moonfire: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

~EiraThe Celestial Council chambers were unlike anything I had ever seen.Spiraled from pure stardust and moon-forged stone, the hall floated in a suspended plane of shifting galaxies. The sky above wasn’t sky at all—it was the veil between stars, weaved with light and ancient magic. The floor shimmered beneath our feet, holding constellations within its surface like frozen echoes of forgotten gods. The air carried weight, the kind that pressed against the skin and whispered reverence into the marrow of your bones.Ryan and I drifted through the chamber like phantoms, unseen, unheard. The celestial gods had begun to gather, their presences making the realm itself vibrate. They were radiant and terrifying, each cloaked in an aura that could ignite suns or silence storms. At the center stood Lira, no longer the tear-streaked girl beneath a crystal tree, but a poised young woman wrapped in moonlight and purpose. Her silver hair was braided in celestial runes, her crescent mark pulsing c

~AeronI had never seen a sky like this before.The stars weren’t stars—they were eyes. Watching. Waiting. Each one pulsed with an ancient rhythm, beating like the heart of a slumbering god. The world around us shimmered, not with light, but with memory. We stood on no ground I could name. It felt like a thought. Like a dream someone else was having, and we’d stumbled into it by accident but it still looked beautiful.I glanced at the others. Serik moved with his head tilted upward, sensing things the rest of us couldn’t. Tamar gripped his staff tighter than usual, his expression dark and calculating. Drelan had gone quiet—quieter than usual, anyway. And Caelum…As usual, didn’t speak. He walked like the realm belonged to him, eyes alert, footsteps deliberate. He was a shadow with a pulse.“Are you sure we’re not walking in circles?” I asked, stopping to catch my breath. The path beneath our feet that was like a ribbon of molten crystal disappearing into mist started looking familiar.

~Omniscient POV “What were you thinking?!” Serik’s voice cracked through the celestial memory like thunder. His aura flared with rage, every inch of him brimming with the magic that had just been interrupted. “Are you insane?!” Tamar echoed, storming toward Caelum. “Do you even understand what you’ve done?!” “You just let the moon goddess’ incarnate escape,” Drelan said, his eyes ablaze. “We had her. We were draining Lira from her, separating the reincarnate from the moon goddess, and you—” “Her name is Eira, not reincarnate” Caelum interrupted coolly, his voice as calm as ever. “And I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t do anything.” The Horax stared at him in stunned silence. “You think we’re fools?” Drelan snapped. “You stopped the spell thinking you were some savior. You didn’t save anyone. You just unleashed the goddess who can destroy entire realms. You’ve doomed the whole world.” Serik stepped forward, fists clenched. “And we, who are the only ones cap

~RyanMy eyes snapped open with a sharp inhale. Magic fizzled across my skin like fading sparks. I was back. Moon Shadow’s air was cold, stiff with ancient stone and the faint metallic scent of magic. I could feel the ache in my limbs from lying too long, my back pressed against the floor of my secret bunker—the one place I thought we’d be safe. And then I remembered. “Eira!” I scrambled to my feet, slipping against the polished obsidian tile, heart hammering against my ribs. Her body was still beside mine—limp, unmoving. Her lips were pale. Her skin too cold. But what froze me was her crescent mark. It wasn’t glowing anymore. “No, no, no—come on, don’t do this to me.” I fell beside her, cupping her face. “Eira, wake up. Please.” I reached deep within myself, drawing magic into my palm. Blue light shimmered across my fingers as I pressed them to her chest, whispering the first incantation that came to mind. Healing. Warmth. Restoration. Anything. “Ponea lunari

~KadeIt tasted sweeter than I ever imagined—victory. The cool stone beneath my boots echoed with purpose as I strolled through the Obsidian Moon Palace. My palace. Drapes bearing my sigil—a crescent wrapped in flame—replaced the ancient banners of Alpha Marius. The crimson-and-gold crest was hung from balconies, sewn into new banners, etched into every wall. The servants moved like frightened mice, eyes low, breaths silent, bowing as I passed. Good. I admire fear and respect. Let them see what power looked like. Let them see who truly ruled now. Let them know that the era of Marius and Aeron was over and it was my time now. I took a deep breath, drawing in the scent of scorched wood and blood. The perfume of conquest. I stopped in the center of the grand hall, boots resting on the bloodstained rug where warriors had fallen only hours ago. I tilted my head back, gazing at the ceiling’s domed mosaic—no longer a tribute to Marius or Aeron, but a blank canvas for my reign. “You