Semua Bab MoonLit Sins: The Curse Of Red Hollow: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Lyra’s POVThe ride to Tel Varenth was nothing like the last. No triumphant march. No victory-laced road paved by the blood of fallen gods. Just cold winds, burnt soil, and a silence so thick it felt like even the air was holding its breath.Kael rode beside me. Quiet, brooding, his hand never far from the hilt of his blade. The last forty-eight hours had aged him. Or maybe it had just revealed the years he’d been hiding. Every line in his jaw felt sharper now. Every glance more guarded.Edgar was gone. Taken. And the only clue we had was a single, ancient map and the word Tel Varenth circled in red ink, as if that could hold back the storm that was waiting for us there.I clutched the scroll tighter beneath my cloak. The one that named me Athyra. The one that changed everything, except it hadn’t changed the only thing that mattered.Edgar had still protected me, even now. Even after I’d doubted him. After I’d accused him of betrayal, after I’d let Selene’s venomous words poison my tr

Kael’s POVRed Hollow had never been this quiet. The city, once alive with whispers of rebellion and the pulse of ancient magic, now sat in mournful stillness. Smoke from the last pyres curled lazily into a colorless sky, as though the heavens themselves had run out of tears. I stood in the heart of the Council Hall, the Throne of Wards towering before me, untouched, unclaimed.Empty.Lyra was gone and the throne knew it. Every etched rune, every stone pulse beneath my boots, seemed to echo her absence. The Council had dressed it in mourning banners, black silk flowing like shadows from its high-back, but it meant nothing. No silk, no crown, no proclamation could mask the truth.She should have been here. Alive.Selene had taken that from us.From me.“Still brooding over furniture?” Edgar’s voice cut through the silence, but even his sarcasm felt dulled, as if he, too, was holding himself together by threads. He fluttered down onto the throne’s armrest, his tiny claws curling into th

Kael’s POVThe first fracture wasn’t loud. It was a whisper, barely audible. A soft, hairline crack slicing through the foundation of the Ward Pillar beneath the Rotunda. But to me, it sounded like the sky itself was being torn apart.Lyra was stirring and she wasn’t happy. “They’re forcing her through,” Selric panted as he stumbled into the war chamber. His robes were singed, his face pale as parchment. “Every faction you crushed? They’ve gathered at the Obsidian Ring. They’re performing a full-scale inversion ritual.”My grip tightened on the hilt of my blade.“So they’re done with subtlety.”Selric nodded grimly. “They believe her essence can be reborn, reshaped into a god-weapon.”A bitter laugh escaped me. “Lyra never followed anyone’s leash. They’ll choke on her power.”“But they’ll destroy her in the process,” Selric added, voice trembling. “The wards aren’t built to contain a fully awakened Athyra. If she breaks through before the seal is complete, Kael, she’ll tear herself a

Kael’s POVThe fortress of Ashmere loomed ahead, its obsidian walls shimmering under the fractured moonlight. The army behind us was restless, yet eerily silent. Every soul here had blood to spill. But no one had more to lose than me because Lyra wasn’t walking beside me anymore.Her crown, once a promise of a future was now a symbol of unfinished vengeance. Astrid stood at the front, her twin blades glinting. She had taken up the mantle Lyra had left behind, but there was a storm in her eyes. Not of duty. Of retribution.“This is it,” Astrid muttered, gaze fixed on the fortress gates. “One strike, no second chances.”I nodded, tightening my grip on the hilt of Lyra’s dagger, the last piece of her I had. As the gates creaked open, a wave of archers appeared along the parapets. But we were ready. Astrid raised her hand, and the ground beneath us responded. Shadows slithered, forming a protective dome.“Let’s make them bleed,” she said.We charged. The battle was chaos. Flames met steel

Kael’s POVThe sky over Red Hollow had never been kind, but today, it felt like it was mourning with us. Clouds hung low and heavy, as if reluctant to move on.Like me.It had been six days since Lyra’s pyre had turned to embers. Six days of watching people scramble to find a future in a city that still bled in its foundations. And for six days, I’d avoided the ceremonial hall, until today.Today, I was out of excuses. The hall was quiet when I entered, its stone walls echoing with ghosts that didn’t bother hiding. A single throne stood at the far end, carved from obsidian and iron. It gleamed with the weight of every betrayal that had ever been whispered in this place.Lyra had vowed never to sit on that throne, neither would I. Garron was already waiting by the dais, his posture straight despite the fatigue etched into his features. He nodded as I approached.“The city is watching, Kael,” he said.I snorted. “It always did. Even when it looked away.”He offered me a scroll. The Ward