Semua Bab The White Wolf Luna: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The Architect loomed before them, its form shifting unpredictably between extremes of light and shadow, creation and destruction. It was neither friend nor foe—it was something beyond comprehension, a force that existed outside the boundaries of their understanding. Its presence alone was suffocating, pressing down on them with an unbearable weight. The golden horizon flickered wildly, struggling to maintain its fragile glow as the Architect's influence spread like a creeping tide. Selene tightened her grip on Elyra’s hand, her light flaring desperately in defiance. “What do you mean, ‘surrender your world’?” she demanded, her voice trembling but resolute. “This is our world. We built it. We carried it. You can’t just take it!” The Architect tilted its head, its form rippling like water disturbed by a stone. “Built it?” it echoed, its voice layered with countless others—some mocking, some sorrowful, some indifferent. “You did not build this world, little Maker. I did. Every star,

The void returned, swallowing the fragile world they had rebuilt. Stars blinked out one by one, their light extinguished like candles in a storm. The golden horizon faded into darkness, leaving Selene, Elyra, and Aelira adrift in an endless sea of nothingness. The silver thread, the last remnant of their unity, their purpose unraveled completely, dissolving into wisps that vanished before their eyes. For a moment, there was only silence. No whispers, no echoes, no reminders of what they had lost or fought for. Just emptiness. And then, the voice spoke again. “Welcome back,” it said softly, almost tenderly. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Selene spun around, her light flaring instinctively despite the exhaustion weighing her down. “Who’s there?” she demanded, her voice trembling but resolute. Elyra raised her shadow blade, its edge sharp and menacing. “Show yourself,” she growled, her scars blazing brighter than ever. Aelira wove her moonlight through the air, searching for an

The Architect loomed above them, its form larger and more menacing than ever. Its body shimmered with an otherworldly light, yet it cast no shadow, instead, the darkness around it seemed to bend and twist unnaturally, as if reality itself recoiled from its presence. The golden horizon continued to dim, plunging the multilayered worlds into chaos. Stars flickered erratically, their light wavering like candles caught in a storm. Fragments of reality began to crumble, dissolving into nothingness as the silver threads unraveled at an alarming rate. Selene, Elyra, and Aelira stood side by side, their powers merged but straining under the weight of the Architect’s influence. Selene’s light flared desperately, pushing back against the encroaching shadows. Elyra’s shadow blade coiled tightly around her, forming a protective barrier that barely held its ground. Aelira’s moonlight wove frantically through the unraveling threads, trying to stabilize them but for every strand she repaired, two

The golden horizon pulsed once, then fractured. From the rift in the sky, the veil of light peeled back, revealing a land shrouded in mist and the quiet breath of trees that had not yet seen the sun or moon. Where once the void consumed all, now something more primal stirred. Earth beneath claw, air thick with scent. The kind of silence that comes not from absence but from watching, listening.Three figures stood at the threshold of this reawakening. Their faces were half-lit by the pale fire in the sky, their eyes unreadable. One stood tall and lean, her hair wild around her shoulders, her scent touched with smoke and old pine. She was marked by the blade of a former life, a legacy of loss etched across her back in claw scars that had never fully faded. Another stood with her head low, moonlight glinting in her silver eyes, her breath steady like a hunter tracking prey. The third moved with the restless energy of a young alpha, her gaze sharp, her stance always ready to shift, to run

The night deepened, the red moon beginning to wane, its bloody hue draining into pale silver. Fenric stood still in the clearing, framed by the old stones, as if rooted to the land itself. The name he had claimed still vibrated in the soil beneath his paws, a name steeped in legacy and sealed in blood. Around him, the three wolves who had stood against The First watched in silence.Kaela circled once, slow and deliberate. Her nose twitched, catching a trace of something on the wind—something that did not belong.“We’re not alone,” she said flatly.Sira’s moonlight flared faintly in her pupils. “I feel it too. Something cold beneath the roots.”Raelin sniffed once, then cursed under her breath. “Someone broke the Oath Circle.”They moved instantly.The three wolves formed a perimeter, instinctively placing Fenric in the center. The ground beneath them trembled once, subtly, as if something massive had stirred deep below. Leaves shook on the trees without breeze. The stones of the clear