Semua Bab Queen Luna: Once Rejected, Now Ruthless: Bab 71 - Bab 80

LANA’S POV — Dungeon Whispers and Smirking Vengeance —The chains clanked again as I shifted on the cold, moss-slicked stone floor. My blood still seeped slowly from the torn stump where my arm used to be. The pain? White-hot. Blinding. Glorious.But I didn’t scream. I smiled.Not the broken, pathetic smile they expected from a defeated traitor. No. This was the smirk of a woman who planted a seed in the heart of her enemies—and watched it grow.Because the plan? Worked.I let my head fall back against the cold wall of the Moonshroud dungeon and laughed—quiet, cracked, and bitter. The iron shackles dug into my wrists, the runes embedded in the stone pulsing with Kyla’s wind magic, sealing my magic down to the bone.“She really cut off my arm,” I whispered, still breathless. “She actually did it.”And the Queen thought that would stop me?That it would break me?Please.She thinks I came here to win. No. I came here to distract.Aldrian was right. All I had to do was bleed and scr

KYLA POVThe moon hung heavy above us, swollen with silver light, casting everything in that eerie glow that made even broken things look beautiful. The battlefields were far behind, the war drums silenced—for now. Windsor, Aldrian, the traitors, the scars, the missing pieces of my past… all still real.But here, right now, on the castle balcony—there was peace. At least enough for one breath.I leaned into Edric, letting his warmth soak through the cold of the night. His arm wrapped tighter around my waist, and I tilted my head up to look at him. He was staring at the moon—but when he felt my eyes, he turned and looked at me with a softness that unraveled every wall I’d ever rebuilt."You look like you’re about to propose," I said, smirking.He chuckled low, his voice a honeyed rumble. “I already did that. You just didn’t hear it.”I blinked. “What?”He leaned down, lips brushing my temple. “I’ve been proposing every night since you almost blew up the war tent with wind magic and at

A war priest to my right tried to raise a shield over the gate—but Florence’s lightning found him, struck him dead mid-chant. He crumpled, eyes wide, smoke curling from his mouth.Florence’s voice carried above the wind. Cold. Commanding.“You cannot outrun fate, Moon Queen. You are not chosen. You are a lie born of stolen light. Your kingdom will burn—and your crown will crack upon the altar of truth.”I raised my hand and hurled wind so sharp it sliced through one of her witches—splitting the woman from shoulder to hip—but Florence didn’t even blink. She only smiled wider.Mr. Yellow scrambled beside me, now wearing war goggles and dragging a mana rifle three times his size. “Okay. Okay. Scale of one to ‘we’re all going to die,’ how bad do you think this is?”“Ten,” I growled, charging another blast of storm magic.Carrotini, smudged with soot and sauce, wheeled up in a stolen soup pot like a war chariot. “Permission to trigger the cheese cannon?”“We have a cheese cannon?” I asked,

And then…Nothing. No sound. No flame. No body.Just me. Floating. Somewhere.Nowhere. My breath—gone.My skin—gone. My body—unfelt.But I could think. I could remember.And remembering… hurt.Because I saw Edric’s face before the blast.I saw Mr. Yellow screaming my name.I saw Norma and the children from the village, wide-eyed and running.And I saw fire take them all.Because of me.Because I couldn’t stop.Because I didn’t know how to hold back.Because in the end…I wasn’t the Moon Queen.I was the Moon’s curse.I tried to scream again, but there was no voice. Only a heartbeat. Dull. Weak.But there.I survived.But what was I now?A queen of ash?A goddess of nothing?They were all gone.And I— I was alone.Trapped in the silence I made.&nbs

I swallowed down the lump in my throat as Serian slowed, his expression unreadable.It was Serian who finally broke the silence.“This place waited for you,” he said quietly, hands clasped behind his back. “For millennia.”My voice came rough, softer than I meant.“What happened when I slept?”He didn’t hesitate.“You destroyed the New Realm. The one where you lived before. The one where you had...” His jaw flexed slightly. “Where you had people you cared for.”I stopped walking. My fingers curled into fists.Serian turned to me, his gaze like molten amber in the light.“You lost control, my lady. That’s why your body returned here. Your soul burned everything until the only thing left was this place. Your origin. Your resting ground.”I didn’t want to believe it.But the ache in my chest told me it was true.I remembered—The storm.The light.A man’s face.The faces of the children.“Everyone...” I breathed, voice breaking. “Everyone I loved...”Serian didn’t reach for me. But he di