บททั้งหมดของ ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

There was no scream, No thunderclap, No dramatic burst of light Just silence. And absence. Liolai was gone.Not just vanished, but untraceable. No magic trailed her. No heartbeat lingered. No essence remained for Ashen to track, not even through the threads of narrative that bound the realm itself.Kael’s knees hit the glassy ground. “No…”He reached into the air where she had been, like a man trying to gather smoke in his palms.Ashen didn’t speak. He couldn’t. Because even he, immortal, rewritten, reforged by the ink gods, had never seen someone swallowed by the Comma of Continuance.The ground cracked. The skies inverted. Everything that had been holding together by Liora’s sacrifice and Liolai’s breath now began to bend inward. Reality hiccupped.Mountains folded into rivers. Time blinked backward for three heartbeats, then lurched forward again. And still, no sign of her. Kael stood slowly, his face a mask of rage and grief.“She just came back.”Ashen nodded once, still staring

Kael stepped through the spinning maw of teeth first, Ashen followed, his blade humming with ward-light. Behind them, the last thread of their realm, the broken sky, the throne’s ruin, the fading stars, snapped shut.There was no going back. Only forward. Or down. The space they entered had no direction, No floor, No sky.Just narrative debris, torn settings, orphaned characters, broken dialogue bleeding from the air like ghost-scent.Kael’s voice sounded small. “What is this place?”Ashen didn’t answer at first. Then finally: “The Graveyard of Almosts.”Unwritten kings, Half-formed gods, Screaming lovers with no names, They drifted around the pair like spirits tethered to regret. Some reached for Kael.A woman with no eyes but a crown of fingers whispered, “I could have been your wife in another chapter…”He flinched away, Ashen slashed one specter down a forgotten villain who bled ellipses instead of blood.“They want attention,” Ashen said. “But they can’t have form.”Kael asked, “

Kael dropped to his knees again, His daughter’s body lay still before him, her hand limp, her glow extinguished, But something was moving inside her.The air warped above her chest, The sentence, the one she didn’t write still shimmered in the air like a curse cast by the realm itself: The Queen will rise again, but not as herself…Kael shouted her name, Ashen backed away, sword raised, inkblade flickering erratically, Because what rose from Liolai’s chest wasn’t her, And yet it was.A woman’s silhouette unfolded, formed from threads of gold and black, Naked truth, Burning grief, And too much power.Ashen whispered, “Liora…”Kael blinked, unable to believe what he was seeing. But it was her, Her hair long and wild, Her mouthstern, trembling, beautiful.Her eyes, violet streaked with gold. But something was off. The way she moved, The way she smiled. Not like a mother reunited with her child.Not like a woman returning to the world she died to protect, More like, A god waking up and re

The air held its breath, Kael writhed inside the ink-prison, slamming his fists against liquid walls that absorbed his screams.Liolai stood frozen at the center of a crumbling battlefield, Ashen unconscious behind her, the Queen Rewritten bleeding shards of memory at her feet, and the Ink-Eater looming, mouth open like an unending wound.And then, the Queen spoke again, softly this time. Almost gently. “One life or all. Choose, daughter of the dead.”Liolai turned slowly, Gold and violet burned in her eyes. “You’re not my mother.”The Queen’s lips curved in a bloodied smile. “No. I’m what she left behind.”Kael couldn’t breathe, The ink wasn’t drowning him, no, it was editing him, Tearing away fragments of his past. First his name. Then the face of his child. Then… her voice.He gritted his teeth. Held on to a single truth: Liolai, He slammed his palm into the cage again, this time carving her name into the ink with his nails.L I O L A IThe prison recoiled slightly, But the Eater r

Kael froze. Ashen’s body tensed, his still-bleeding hand hovering protectively near the half-drawn forbidden circle. Because the hand that rose from the crack in the world wasn’t ink-born.It was flesh, Smooth. Pale. A single mark, half rune, half scar, glowed faintly beneath the skin of its palm.And it was unmistakable, Kael whispered, his voice crumbling. “Liora…”The hand gripped the edge of the fissure, And pulled. She rose slowly. Hair like midnight oil.Eyes like stars, burned out, then reignited, Her dress was not the one she had died in.It was woven from memory, sewn with silence, trimmed with the threads of promises kept too late.She stood before them, Breathing, Whole, And yet, Wrong. Kael stumbled forward.“You…”Her head tilted, She regarded him as if he were a name on the edge of her tongue, Ashen raised his blade but it fizzled, powerless before her presence. She didn’t radiate magic.She was magic, The kind that rewrote rules just by existing, He stepped between her