Lahat ng Kabanata ng ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

The silence after the snap was worse than the quake. Sera’s chest heaved as the ringing in her ears faded, replaced by the terrible sound of links falling, one by one, clattering against the stone floor.She forced her eyes up, her vision still blurred from the shockwave. The first chain lay in pieces.Azeron flexed his newly freed arm, his hand moving as though tasting freedom for the first time in centuries. The air hissed around his skin, each motion leaving streaks of molten fire suspended in the air before dissolving.“Ah,” he sighed, tilting his head back. “I had forgotten the weight of emptiness. Shackles strip you of even memory. But now…” His stormfire eyes snapped to her, and the chamber seemed to tighten, locking her in. “Now I remember.”Sera scrambled to her feet, fire coiling around her hands. The torchlight burned brighter than ever, but it wasn’t hers, it was his. The room bent toward him like metal to a lodestone.“You’re not getting free.” Her voice cracked, but she

The spear of stormfire ripped through the air like a comet, its trail illuminating the rift with blinding silver-blue light.“Adrien!”Sera lunged forward, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. Her flames erupted in a wall of incandescent gold, colliding with the spear mid-flight. The chamber shook with the force of the explosion. Light swallowed everything.The sound, an ear-splitting crack, made the world tilt sideways. Sera was thrown to her knees, coughing blood as molten dust fell around her. When the brilliance dimmed, she looked up, and her heart stilled.The spear hadn’t stopped, Her fire had slowed it, diverted it, but not destroyed it, It pierced through the last threads of resistance and plunged straight into Adrien’s chest.His body convulsed, back arching in silent agony. The violet cocoon flared, then split open with a shriek that sounded like a thousand souls being torn in half.“No!” Sera’s scream shredded her throat. She sprinted toward the widening rift,

Adrien’s grip on the storm-spear crackled with impossible light. The violet curse in his veins writhed violently, colliding with the raw lightning Azeron had unleashed. For a heartbeat, the clash illuminated the cavern brighter than the sun, shadows fleeing across the walls.Sera shielded her eyes, her body trembling. She had dreamed of this moment, of Adrien breaking through the rift. But not like this, not with his body breaking under the curse, not with Azeron smiling like the world itself had bent to his will.Adrien forced the storm-spear aside. The weapon exploded against the cavern wall, shattering stone, showering molten fragments across the ground. The blast left his arm smoldering, skin blackened where curse and lightning had met. Still, he stood.“Pathetic,” Azeron murmured, his wings unfurling with a thunderous gust. “You crawl from the void half-dead, cursed and weak. And yet you think you can stand between me and her?”Adrien’s chest heaved, but his smile was jagged, fer

For a moment, the world was silent. Adrien stood at the center of the ruin, his body nothing but flame and shadow, his form rippling as though his very skin could no longer hold the power within.His eyes, violet, bottomless, locked on Sera with such force it felt as though the breath had been stolen from her chest. Her heart thundered. She took a shaky step toward him, ignoring the blood running from her side.“Adrien… it’s me,” she whispered, as though saying his name alone could anchor him.But there was no flicker of recognition. The man she knew, his smile, his stubbornness, his reckless loyalty, all of it seemed drowned in the cursed blaze.The heat rolling off him was unbearable. Rock cracked and melted under his feet as he moved closer. His hand lifted, fingers tipped in raw flame. Not as a lover’s caress. As a weapon.“Adrien, stop!” Sera cried, tears cutting through the soot on her face. “It’s me. Don’t let it take you.”The cursed voice that left his mouth was not his own.

The throne of bone seemed to breathe. Each rib curved into the air as if drawn from a living body, bleached white, pulsing faintly beneath the wash of firelight.Veins of molten gold ran through the structure, making it appear less like a chair and more like a heart, beating, alive, watching. And on it sat Kael.Every inch of him was the predator she remembered. He leaned casually against one armrest, the shadows sharpening the cruel planes of his face.The storm that had dragged her into this hell had left not a mark on him. He looked untouched, pristine, and infinitely more dangerous for it.The last time Sera had seen him, there had been blood, destruction, chaos. Now there was only silence. A silence that pressed against her lungs like iron chains.Her feet hit solid ground, though she didn’t remember the fall ending. One moment she had been plummeting into the abyss, the next she stood before him, fire curling up the walls, the throne towering above her.Her nails dug into her pa