Semua Bab The Broken Luna Returns: Bab 171 - Bab 177

We reached the border of elven territory at dawn.There was no gate.No towering wall.Just a subtle shift in the air. The forest changed first. The trees grew taller, their bark smoother, veins of faint silver light running beneath the surface like living veins. The ground felt softer underfoot, moss cushioning every step.Fenrir slowed instinctively.“This is as far as most outsiders ever get,” he said quietly.I glanced at him. His posture had changed—still calm, still controlled, but more guarded. Like someone walking into a house that no longer felt like home.Winter squinted around. “Looks peaceful.”“That’s how it’s meant to look,” Oragon replied. “Elven wards favor subtlety.”Gabriel tapped his tablet. “And secrecy. I can’t detect half the magic here.”We moved deeper.The forest grew unnaturally quiet. No birds. No insects. Even the wind seemed hesitant.I felt it again, that awareness crawling over my skin.Someone was watching us.I slowed slightly, letting Fenrir move half

The forest didn’t feel the same after the ambush.The loud crickets and the buzzing of the animals stopped. It was quiet. The kind of silence tht you know will bring danger any minute the further you step into it. That kind of quiet that presses against your ears and makes you listen to your own breathing too closely.Every step we took after leaving the ravine felt heavier, like the ground itself was aware of what had happened and was judging whether we deserved to pass.No one spoke for a long time.Fenrir walked beside me, close enough that our arms brushed now and then. He didn’t try to hold my hand. He didn’t tell me to slow down or speed up. He just stayed there, steady and silent, like an anchor.I appreciated that more than I knew how to say.Winter finally broke the silence, kicking a small stone down the path. “So… scouts.”“Yes,” Gabriel replied. “Elven-trained, rune-marked. Not mercenaries.”“Meaning official,” Winter muttered. “Or at least backed by someone powerful enoug

The silence didn't last for long.The legion advanced in waves, boots pounding the earth in unison, shackling and vibrating the ground with their might.Their armor was dark and etched with twisted runes that hurt to look at for too long. Fenrir moved in front of me again without a word.“Stay close,” he said. “No matter what happens.”I nodded, throat tight.They came fast.The first clash was brutal.Winter hurled himself into the fray with a feral grin, blades flashing as he weaved between enemies. Oragon fought like a ghost, striking from blind angles and vanishing before anyone could retaliate. Lysara and Gabriel stood back-to-back, magic arcing between them in controlled bursts.Fenrir was something else entirely.Silver light wrapped around him as he moved, his blade singing through the air. Each strike was precise and lethal. I could feel his restrained power. Just from the amount seeping to him was already strong, and to think that he's still holding back his true strength.

We didn’t stay in the clearing.No one said it out loud, but we all felt it, the way the forest felt after the spies vanished. This land is scared, perhaps all the destruction we cause dis causing a negative reaction to it, as we stepped deeper we felt our bdoy getting heavier. Or at least that's what i felt. Fenrir could barely stand, yet he insisted on walking.“I won't allow anyone to carry me,” he said flatly when Gabriel suggested it.“You’re bleeding internally,” Gabriel shot back.Fenrir didn’t look at him. “Then let's just walk faster.”I stayed at his side, my arm looped around his waist, pretending I was helping him balance instead of the other way around. Every step sent a dull ache through my own chest, like an echo of his pain. The bond, or rather our bond hummed faintly between us, it was impossible to ignore now.It scared me how natural it felt.So this is the result of me fusing my magic with him, huh?Winter scouted ahead, unusually quiet. Lysara kept glancing behi