Semua Bab ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN: Bab 161 - Bab 170

The sky was no longer a sky, It split open like a wound, light bleeding through the cracks. The Ancient’s laughter reverberated through the world itself, a low hum that rattled bone and stone alike.The frostbound collapsed to their knees, their chants drowned out by the roar of something immeasurably vast breaking free.Adrien clutched Liora to his chest, his bloodied fingers brushing her hair, desperate to hear the faint rise and fall of her breath.Relief crashed over him, she was alive, untouched by fire. But his relief was devoured at once by dread. Sera was gone, Not dead, Not alive, Gone. The Ancient had taken her.Adrien forced himself upright, staggering, his ribs screaming. Around him, the courtyard lay in ruin. Walls cracked, columns crumbled, and the once-proud statues of the frostbound ancestors melted like wax.The air shimmered with unbearable heat, though no fire burned, only the oppressive weight of the Ancient’s presence. And then it came, The first hand.Enormous, c

Adrien kissed her forehead. Then he stood, Every muscle screamed. His vision blurred. But he stood. The Ancient’s gaze fixed on him, amused.Even broken, you crawl. What will you do, little human? Throw yourself at me? Beg for mercy? Adrien wiped the blood from his mouth. His voice came out raw, but steady.“No. I’ll bring her back.”And he ran. Straight toward the Ancient. The creature’s laughter roared as it raised a claw, fire building. Adrien didn’t stop.His legs carried him through the quake of the world collapsing. He ran past falling debris, past the shadow of death itself, never once looking back.Zayn roared overhead, straining against the chains. Lightning sparked wildly, his eyes burning with desperation. Adrien leapt, his body shattering under the effort, his hands outstretched and he touched the Ancient.The world went white, Not fire. Not lightning. Something deeper. He was falling, not into flames, not into shadow, but into Sera. He saw her.A vast darkness stretched a

The world fractured into a scream.The ground yawned open, swallowing sky and stone alike. Flames surged upward like rivers of molten wrath, while shadows poured downward like the ocean’s abyss. Adrien’s grip on Sera’s hand was the only anchor in the chaos.They fell. The roar of the collapsing wasteland drowned out thought, but Sera’s eyes, burning weakly yet unbroken, met Adrien’s. Neither let go.The chasm’s depth seemed infinite. Firelight clashed with shadows in a maelstrom of creation and destruction, colors bleeding into impossible shapes. It was not merely a pit, but a wound in the world.And at its heart, the Ancient waited. Its voice reverberated through the void, not with thunder but with the intimate chill of something whispering directly into their souls.Welcome home, flame-child. Adrien pulled Sera tighter against him as the fall slowed, their bodies caught in the gravitational pull of the Ancient’s form.They landed hard, the impact cracking rock beneath their feet. Ad

The cathedral’s silence was suffocating.Sera’s breaths came ragged, each one sharper than the last. Adrien lay in her arms, his skin fever-hot yet terrifyingly pale, his pulse faltering like the wings of a dying bird.His blood smeared across her fingers, staining the once-holy stones beneath them. And across the altar, the Ancient stood.Its mask gleamed, smooth, unbroken, flawless, as though mocking every scar, every wound, every fracture Sera carried within herself. Its body rippled with fire and shadow, flames that shifted like liquid, shadows that bent the moonlight itself.It was not an illusion anymore. Not a half-formed whisper clawing through dreams. This was real. It had crossed into her world.At last. Its voice filled the cathedral, not echoing but vibrating inside her ribs, in her very marrow. At last I stand unshackled. Do you feel it, child? The thin walls between your realm and mine tearing apart? This world burns ripe for my claiming.Sera’s jaw locked. She shifted A

The scream tore itself from her throat until it dissolved into silence. Then, nothing. No stone beneath her feet. No fire in her veins. No silver tether binding her to Adrien. Just silence, endless and suffocating.Sera’s body drifted through the abyss like a feather caught in still air. Darkness pressed against her skin like ice and smoke all at once, seeping into her pores, wrapping around her throat. She gasped, but no sound came out.Her flames, gone, Her light, snuffed out. Her heart, still pounding, but slow, uncertain. She tried to summon fire, tried to burn even a spark into her palm, but her body gave her nothing. Her veins felt hollow, stripped of the gold that had always been there.The void swallowed everything, And then, eyes opened in the dark.Not one pair, but thousands. Lids peeling back in unison, irises glowing pale white, all fixed on her drifting figure. They blinked without sound, without expression. Watching. Judging. Waiting.The air itself vibrated. So small,