บททั้งหมดของ The Broken Luna Returns: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

The ravine smelled like damp stone and old moss.Water dripped somewhere deep in the dark. I lay against the cold rock wall, wrapped in my cloak and half of Fenrir’s torn one, my body trembling despite the warmth Oragon tried to maintain with magic.Pain was still there. Though it was not as painful as before.Fenrir sat beside me, back against the stone, knees drawn up. He hadn’t let go of my hand since we stopped moving. Every time my breathing faltered, his grip tightened slightly, grounding me.No one spoke for a long time until Winter finally broke the silence. “I hate elven forests.”Oragon huffed quietly. “You hate most places that try to kill you.”“Yes,” Winter said. “But these do it with style which is why I hate it the most.”Despite everything, a weak smile tugged at my lips. It faded quickly when I shifted and pain flared in my side.Fenrir noticed instantly. “Don’t move.”“I barely did,” I muttered.“That counts,” he replied, voice low and tight.Gabriel knelt in front o

Fenrir led us off the narrow trail and deeper into the old growth, where silver-leaf trees grew close together and the ground dipped into natural ravines.This was elven land once. Even now, the forest bent slightly to him, branches parting, roots lifting just enough to guide our steps.“Stay tight,” Gabriel murmured. “If they’re tracking resonance, spreading out will only make us easier to surround.”Winter glanced at me. “No pressure or anything, Mother of Doom.”I managed a weak smile. “You’re very comforting.”Fenrir didn’t smile. His attention was locked forward, senses stretched wide. I could feel his magic brushing against mine, subtle and controlled, like he was anchoring me without making it obvious.The path sloped downward.The air cooled.And then a sickening pain suddenly erupted all over my body.A sharp, slicing pressure hit my skull, like claws scraping the inside of my head. I gasped and staggered.Fenrir caught me instantly. “Selene.”“They’re close,” I whispered. “I

The inner spire of the Elven Capital was nothing like I imagined.Every surface glimmered with a faint, almost living light. The walls seemed to breathe, twisting subtly as if the stones themselves were watching. And the air… the air hummed with power, thick and sharp, making my skin tingle.Fenrir walked ahead of me, tall and unyielding, despite the strain from the previous days. His silver hair caught the light in streaks, the glow making him look less like the man I knew and more like a legend come to life. But even his confident stride didn’t hide the tension in his shoulders.“The trial is dangerous,” he said quietly, leaning closer so only I could hear. “It tests more than bloodline. It tests truth, willpower… and intent. One misstep, and it can injure, even kill.”I shivered. “And if you fail?”He gave a small, almost imperceptible sigh. “Then I lose any claim to the Crown. And… the city may no longer follow my word.” His golden eyes softened as he glanced at me. “But if I fail

The inner vaults were meant to be safe.Crystal walls shimmered faintly, containing knowledge older than Fenrir himself. The air was heavy with magic, a stark contrast to the chaos of the outer halls.For a moment, I allowed myself to breathe.But the peace didn’t last long.Gabriel and Oragon were examining the crystal arrays, murmuring softly to each other. Winter paced near the doorway, eyes darting toward the halls beyond. Fenrir stood close to me, his presence a shield.I shivered slightly. “Do you think they’re gone?”Fenrir’s golden eyes scanned the vault, alert, calculating. “Gone? No. Waiting? Possibly. But the vault wards will keep them at bay… for now.”I nodded, though unease pressed at my chest. This wasn’t a moment to relax. Not yet.Gabriel finally spoke. “They weren’t random attacks. Someone inside is coordinating this.”Oragon’s fingers traced the edges of a crystal. “The markings on the ruins weren’t just for tracking—they were messages, instructions. Whoever did thi

The cell beneath the Capital was eerie in a way that made my skin itch.The spy sat behind a barrier of woven light and silver runes, bound at the wrists and ankles, her movements slowed to a crawl by layered magic. She hadn’t spoken since Fenrir dragged her in nor did she bother to struggle either. That was what unsettled me most.She wasn’t afraid.Fenrir stood just outside the barrier, arms crossed, posture straight and unyielding. He looked every bit the prince now, commanding, composed, dangerous in a quiet way. The guards stationed nearby kept their distance, clearly aware that this was not a normal prisoner we're about to interrogate.Winter hovered near me, unusually subdued. Though I can't say I'm not liking this version of him. Oragon leaned against the stone wall, arms folded, eyes sharp. Gabriel stood opposite Fenrir, expression tight.“She hasn’t resisted,” Gabriel said finally. “That worries me.”Oragon's jaw flexed. “Why do I get the feeling that she wanted to be caug