Semua Bab Incubus Reborn: Sleepless promise: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The room smelled of burnt dreams.Seraphina stood in the center of the ritual circle, her body trembling as the golden thread between her and Lucan flickered like a dying flame. The runes etched across the stone floor pulsed with violet light, and the air crackled with barely contained energy.Lucan reached for her, but the thread sizzled again, flaring red this time.“No,” she breathed. “Why is it changing?”“It’s the curse,” Lucan said, his voice low and urgent. “It’s reacting to your awakening. To Astra’s interference.”Astra.Seraphina turned her head toward the shadows beyond the circle. The woman was still there, leaning against a pillar with her arms crossed, eyes cold.“You used me,” Seraphina snapped.“I warned you what would happen if you trusted a man like him,” Astra replied without a hint of remorse. “But you wanted answers. I gave them. You chose what to do with them.”Lucan took a step forward, but the magic flared again—keeping him outside the boundary.Seraphina felt

Lucan’s hands were shaking something that rarely happened. “I can’t feel her,” he whispered, his voice brittle as ice. “I always could before. Through the bond. Through the dreams. But now” “She’s not dead,” Astra cut in sharply, stepping forward. “You would’ve felt that. Something else is blocking her.” “You mean someone,” Lucan corrected, eyes narrowing as they scanned the flickering lights along the ancient runes etched into the dream-temple walls. “The Sleepless One is moving faster than I expected. And smarter.” Astra crossed her arms, her violet eyes clouded. “You saw the burn mark, didn’t you? It’s not just a warning. It’s a binding spell. She’s being held somewhere. Hidden.” Lucan ran a hand through his disheveled hair, then slammed his fist against the stone wall. “Then why can’t I reach her? We shared a thread. A connection deeper than time. She remembered everything.” “Lucan.” Astra’s voice dropped. “You need to calm down. She needs you sharp. Not shattered.” H

The sky above Duskmoor was a dark sheet of iron. Heavy clouds sat unmoving, pressing down as if the world held its breath.Inside the Academy’s Hall of Echoes, every stone whispered secrets.Seraphina stood alone at the center of the chamber, surrounded by masked Tribunal members. Each wore the traditional obsidian robes, faces hidden, magic thick in the air. Cold light filtered through stained glass high above.Lucan wasn’t beside her. Astra was gone.And Seraphina’s hands wouldn’t stop trembling.“You were warned,” a voice echoed from the shadows. Male. Sharp. “Interference with dream-forged bonds is forbidden. Entering sacred domains—unforgivable.”She swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean to enter the Temple. It called to me. I followed the mark.”Another masked figure stepped forward. Female. Stern. “The mark is not permission. It is a warning. And still, you trespassed. Unsealed ancient corridors. Ignited dormant sigils.”“I was trying to survive!” Seraphina snapped, her voice cracking

“I told you not to follow me,” Seraphina hissed, stepping back from the glowing circle etched into the stones. Her palms were still warm from the ritual, trembling.Lucan didn’t flinch. “And I told you not to do this alone.”“You don’t understand what this is.” She glanced at the ancient symbol flickering between them. “This was never meant to be completed. It’s a soul seal. It locks a fragment of someone away. It hides truth.”“And what truth are you trying to unbury, Sera?”Her breath hitched at his voice soft, but cutting. The ruins around them pulsed faintly, like something was alive beneath the ground. Watching.“I think someone made me forget. Not just in this life. In every one before.” She looked up, eyes shimmering. “And I think it was me.”Lucan’s brow creased. “You sealed your own memories?”“Or someone helped me do it.”“That’s impossible.” His voice cracked. “You,Seraphina—you used to fight to remember. You clawed your way back to me every time.”She didn’t answer. Instea

The echo of the slammed door still hung in the air. The room felt heavier, as if the walls themselves had swallowed Astra’s last words. Lucian stood frozen, one hand braced against the desk, staring at the empty space where she’d been a moment ago.“Go after her,” Cael said from the corner, his voice low but sharp.Lucian’s jaw tightened. “She made it clear she doesn’t want me to.”Cael scoffed. “You really think that’s what she wants? She’s terrified, Lucian. Not of you,of what’s coming.”Lucian’s gaze flicked toward him. “And you know this because…?”Cael stepped forward, shadows clinging to his movements. “Because I’ve been watching her since she stepped into this mess. She’s carrying more than either of us realize.”Lucian’s fists curled, his nails biting into his palms. “You’ve been watching her?”“Not like that,” Cael said, his smirk faint but humorless. “But enough to see she’s unraveling. The curse is accelerating. I’ve seen it before—it starts in the mind before it rots the b