Semua Bab MoonLit Sins: The Curse Of Red Hollow: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The shard exploded just as our lips met, blasting a wave of eldritch energy that rattled the walls, extinguished torches, and sent wards shuddering into silence. Kael reeled back, clutching his chest as pain convulsed his body. I stumbled over shattered stone and embers, emotions fracturing beneath the weight of what had just emerged.Behind us, Cyria dropped to one knee, sword drawn and trembling.Selene gasped: “The shards, those are fragments of the Sovereign’s essence.”They weren't just artifacts. They were conduits, each a piece of the darkness Kael had fought to bury. A shadow form rose from the largest shard, fractal and fierce, a half-formed face with Kael’s features, screaming in eternity.His voice echoed: “She resurrected me!”Kael sank to his knees as I raced to his side. “We didn’t know,” I whispered, tears searing hot across my cheeks.He shook his head. “But we should have.”Cyria steadied herself, anger and heartbreak warring in her posture. “I accept the shards as pa

The night was still. Too still. Eryx’s presence had shifted something in the air, like the scent before lightning strikes. Something was coming. Something vast. And I could feel it inside me, like my bones had turned to stars trying to scream.Kael hadn’t spoken to me since the hallway.He disappeared into the war chambers with Cyria, Edgar trailing behind with nervous pastries. I didn’t stop him. He needed space.But I needed answers.And I knew who had them.I found Eryx alone in the old observatory, surrounded by star maps and ancient glass. His hand was cupped beneath a candle, light flickering across runes inked in ash across his palm.“You’re afraid,” he said before I could speak.I leaned against the doorframe. “You’re observant.”He smiled. “No. I feel it. You think it’s power humming in your veins, but it’s something else.”I crossed the room. “Then tell me. No riddles.”He held my gaze. “You are not just the girl who broke a curse. You're not just Kael’s miracle. You are a t

Morning light was a cruel thing. Too soft for the ache in my bones. Too warm for what we just survived. I sat on the Rotunda steps, my cloak dragging ash behind me. The wards were still pulsing, but fainter now, like they no longer needed to scream. Kael emerged from the shadows behind me, his arm wrapped in a bloodied bandage. He hadn’t said much since we came back. I hadn’t pushed.Until now.“You still bleeding?” I asked.“Only on the inside,” he muttered.I gave him a side glance.He dropped beside me, exhaling slowly. “You went to the gods without me. Again.”“You came after me. Again.”“That’s not the same thing, Lyra.”He wasn’t wrong. But I wasn’t ready to admit it.“I didn’t know if I was coming back,” I whispered. “I didn’t want you to watch me, break.”“I’d rather watch you break than bury you.”That silenced me.I reached for his hand, but he didn’t offer it. He stood.“I need air,” he said, voice clipped. “Real air. Not fate-soaked magic dust.”And then he was gone, leavi

The wind howled through the Rotunda’s shattered eastern window, ushering in the cold scent of magic and rot. I hadn’t slept. The god inside me hadn’t either.She whispered now, not in words, but in pulls. My fingers twitched toward old runes. My breath synced to the rhythm of an ancient chant I’d never learned but suddenly knew.I wrapped myself in Kael’s old cloak, though it no longer smelled like him. It smelled like ash and regret. Selene entered the chamber at dawn, eyes wary.“You haven’t left this spot,” she observed.I didn’t move. “What happens when you become what you feared?”“You figure out if you’re more human than god,” she said. “Or if you were always something else.”I looked at her. “He’s afraid of me.”She nodded once, slowly. “He should be.”He avoided me for two days. Every time I entered a room, he left. When we crossed paths in the war chambers, he wouldn’t meet my eyes. He briefed generals with clipped orders and wouldn’t speak to me unless it was mission-related

The morning came blood-red.Smoke curled through the mountain pass like fingers stretching toward something it couldn’t hold. My army stood waiting, uneasy. The sky didn’t rise like a promise, it churned like a warning.I stood at the ridge, the obsidian crown heavy on my head, divine magic crawling up my throat like vines of fire.“They’re late,” Selene muttered beside me.“No,” I said. “They’re here.”Because I felt him.Even before I saw him, even before his hooded figure rode through the mist, I felt Kael’s soul like a magnetic pull in my bones. But he wasn’t riding toward me.He was leading them.He dismounted slowly. Cloaked in grey. Armed in silver.His eyes never left mine.I stepped forward. The god inside me recoiled, unfamiliar with the pain blooming in my chest.The army he brought with him was quiet, like death.Warriors from the Northern Pact. And a girl beside him, younger, with a strange glint in her eye.I blinked.The god whispered, “He brought her. The weapon.”Sele