Semua Bab ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN: Bab 131 - Bab 140

The walls moved inward with a hiss of parchment folding, Kael pressed his back against the only space that hadn’t yet collapsed, arms up, blood dripping from where letters had carved across his skin.They weren’t just letters anymore. They were commands, Sentences etched with intention, not ink. Kael forgot, Kael kneeled, Kael broke.Each one forced him deeper into submission, each line burning itself into the air and then into his body, He wasn’t bleeding red anymore, His blood was black.He tried to summon Liolai’s face. The shape of her eyes. The curve of her smile, Nothing came. He tried to remember the child’s voice, Stillness, Only the pull of the threads, gold and white and the thorn-wrapped black.They writhed now. Feeding, Not off his body, but off his story, And as they did, Kael felt his thoughts being redacted. Whole parts of himself were being struck from the script. The strategist, The lover, The father.All crumbling under the steady, deliberate revision of the realm. T

The sky was paper, The air, ink, And the girl no longer a girl, wrote reality with the calm of someone who had waited an eternity for justice. Every stroke of her glowing pen bent the world beneath it.She hovered above the shattered glade, golden-white-black script flowing from her hand in ribbons of light and shadow. The ground below wasn’t ground anymore, it was a canvas.Kael, the fractured version, trembled where he knelt, watching himself disappear. The other Kael, the one who hadn’t failed, trembled too. Because neither of them knew who she would choose to leave behind.Lines of script wrapped around the Kael who had fought through erasure, His muscles locked, He gasped. His name began fading from the soil beneath him, from the wind, from the threads in his chest.Kael, the one who remembered too late. Kael, the one who sacrificed too little, too slowly… He screamed.“No! I fought my way back! I named you! I gave you life again!”The girl paused, Her glowing eyes narrowed.“You

The world had never held its breath before. But now it did, Two Kaels stood before Sera, One was a man shattered by consequence, The other, a remnant of the past, preserved in the echo of time, pulsing with unspent promise.And her choice would not just rewrite the future, it would determine whether the realm would be ruled by memory or by mercy.“I am the Kael who loved you before the rot,” the younger said. “Before the politics. Before the prophecy warped me into a weapon.”Sera stared at him, Same eyes, Same voice, But not the same man.“You’re a shadow,” the older Kael said from the ground. “A broken mirror. You shouldn’t exist.”The younger Kael didn’t flinch. “Then why do you still dream of me?”Sera looked between them, power burning at her fingertips. Her body trembled, not from fear, but from the immensity of what stood before her.“You,” she said quietly, addressing the younger one. “How did you survive?”“Because she needed me,” he replied, nodding toward Liora’s locket in

The echo of Sera’s scream still lingered in the air long after her voice had shattered from her throat. The throne room was in ruins, not from battle, but from the raw discharge of her agony.Pillars lay broken. Walls scorched. The marble tiles beneath her feet crumbled like sand with every surge of power from her trembling body.He had taken her daughter. Not Kael. Not fate, Something worse, The Echo King.The name should not exist. The truth of it unravelled every belief Sera had clung to: that she was chosen, that she was leading a legacy, that she had climbed from ruin to rule with purpose.But now, Everything had been for nothing if Liora was gone.Kael limped from the edge of the throne dais. The moment the Echo King vanished, something invisible had struck him in the chest, a wound that bled shadows instead of blood. He clutched his ribs, eyes glazed, lips pale.“He didn’t even touch me,” he whispered, collapsing beside her. “He looked at me, and it felt like my soul caved in.”

The fall was endless. Sera’s body didn’t spin. It folded, Her bones became light. Her soul peeled apart, layer by layer, as the timeline warped around her. Memories she didn’t recognize clung to her skin like whispers.Then, impact. But there was no pain. Only stillness, She landed on a stone floor inside a ruined temple. Moonlight filtered through shattered stained glass. Ivy crawled over the remnants of carved wolves and shattered sigils.Everything was silent. Except, A heartbeat. Not hers, Small, Familiar, Too familiar. She stood slowly, her dress torn and dripping with echo energy, her hands bloodstained from the fight above.And then she saw him. Kael. Younger than he had ever been, yet older than she’d known him, He stood barefoot, his white shirt soaked in red. Cradling a child.A toddler. No older than three. Wrapped in silver cloth. A boy, And when the boy looked up, Sera gasped. Because she saw her own eyes staring back at her.“Who is he?” Sera’s voice shook as she approac