All Chapters of Luna’s Rebellion : Chapter 51 - Chapter 54

The mountain trembled beneath the First Beast’s weight. It was gargantuan—taller than the trees that grew on the spine of the world. Its black fur shimmered with starlight, and its eyes were twin voids ringed with silver fire. It growled once, low and earth-shattering, and even Necros took a step back. But it wasn’t looking at him. It was looking at her. The cloaked woman stepped from the mist, the hem of her cloak dragging frost behind her. Her face was hidden beneath a silver hood, but the energy rolling off her was ancient—older than Elara, older than the relics, older maybe even than the gods. She raised a hand. The Beast lowered its head in deference. Necros hissed. “You’re dead.” The woman’s voice cut the air like a blade. “You wished I was.” She turned to me. “Elara, daughter of Moonblood,” she said. “You’ve burned the bond. Broken the relic. And yet still… you stand.” I swallowed. “Who are you?” She pulled back her hood. And my heart stopped. Because the woman be

The world on the other side of the Gate wasn’t a world at all. It was a memory twisted into matter—a realm of flickering echoes and bleeding stars. The ground was obsidian glass that pulsed with every one of my heartbeats. The air shimmered with silver fog, heavy with whispers. Time didn’t move here; it watched. And I was alone. Almost. Footsteps approached—soundless, yet unmistakable. The Forgotten. They came forward, their forms trailing wisps of cosmic night, faces cloaked in featureless void. And yet, I knew them. I felt them in the marrow of my soul—creators, destroyers, and betrayers of all that came after. One stepped ahead of the others. Taller. Heavier with power. The void at the center of his face swirled, forming an outline that mirrored mine. “You came,” he said, in a voice that wasn’t spoken but inherited. “I’m not yours,” I said. “Child,” he corrected gently, “you are ours by design. You carry the breath of the first Luna—the echo of Nyx herself. You are the se