Scarred Under Moonlight のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Sebastian didn’t wait to see if Erevon would rise.The moment the blinding silver light exploded from behind the triplets’ door, bursting outward like a star breaking open Erevon’s entire body slammed into the far corridor wall with a violent crack. A shockwave rippled through the hall, rattling every lantern, every stone, every breath in their lungs.Aria did not process the sound. All she heard was her own pounding heartbeat.All she felt was panic. Raw. Brutal. Consuming.“My children,” she gasped, stumbling forward as Sebastian lowered her gently to her feet.Erevon’s body slid down the wall, smoke curling from his limbs where the light had burned into him. His face twisted with shock, real shock for the first time since he appeared in their lives.Selene raised her hands instantly, readying another spell. Caius shifted into a defensive stance. Elora remained close to Aria, eyes wide in terror.But Erevon didn’t attack.He snarled a guttural, ancient word, one none of them unders

The war room felt so small.Aria sat beside Sebastian at the long table, though sitting wasn’t the right word. She wasn’t resting. She wasn’t calm. Her entire body was pulled tight, as though her bones themselves were bracing for the blow that was coming.Sebastian noticed every shallow breath she took.He reached beneath the table, sliding his hand over hers, anchoring her. His touch was warm, steady and it felt like the only steady thing left in a world that seemed to be tilting sideways with every breath.“Aria,” he murmured, leaning a little closer, “I need you here with me.”“I’m here,” she whispered, though her voice trembled. “I’m just… trying to understand how fast this is all happening.”Sebastian exhaled slowly. His jaw had been locked tight for hours, and it showed in the sharp line of tension beneath his ear. “I know,” he said softly. “But we plan. We prepare. We don’t freeze.”Before Aria could respond, the door swung open.Caius entered first, face set in worry, eyes sha

The palace screamed. Not with sound alone but with presence. With fear. With power colliding against power so violently that the air itself seemed to tear apart.The shadows at the far end of the corridor did not rush forward immediately.They waited. That was what terrified Aria the most.They pulsed, alive and deliberate, stretching along the walls like ink spilled by a cruel hand. The temperature dropped sharply, frost spider-webbing across the stone floor beneath their feet.Aleron shifted subtly, positioning himself fully in front of Nerina. His shoulders squared, jaw clenched, eyes glowing faintly as his power stirred beneath his skin.Ronan took one step forward, fire already licking along his fingers, uncontrolled and furious.“They’re inside,” he said, voice low with rage. “They shouldn’t be inside.”Lyanna’s breath came in shallow bursts. The shadows answered her fear, rippling, tightening, reacting.Aria lifted her hand slowly.“Enough,” she said.The single word carried we

The air split.Not with sound…but with power.The moment Aria stepped forward beside her children, something ancient and volatile ignited between them. It was not planned. Not spoken. It simply happened, a convergence born of blood, bond, and survival.Erevon felt it.His amused expression faded, crimson eyes narrowing as the pressure in the hall shifted sharply. The shadows around him writhed, recoiling as though sensing something they did not understand.“What is this?” he murmured.Aria didn’t answer.She couldn’t.Her breath came shallow and sharp as her power surged wildly, no longer contained within her alone. It stretched outward, reaching and her children answered instinctively.Ronan’s flames dimmed, not extinguished, but reshaped, turning white-hot, refined, no longer wild. Lyanna’s lunar force thickened, pulling inward instead of exploding outward, stabilizing, anchoring. Aleron’s power surged last, pressing everything together, compressing space itself until the air scream

Stone by stone, breath by breath, life pressed forward with a stubbornness that mirrored the people who lived within its walls. What had once been shattered rose again, not exactly as it was before, but stronger in places where cracks had once run deep.Homes were restored, some with new scars etched into their foundations, others completely rebuilt. The palace itself no longer carries the suffocating weight of dread. Its halls echoed again with footsteps that were not hurried by fear, laughter that did not sound forced, conversations that were no longer whispered like secrets that might summon death.The kingdom lived.Happiness did not explode into existence. It flowed. Quietly. Steadily. Like a river that had finally found its course again.Aria watched it all from the balcony that overlooked the courtyard, her hands resting lightly on the stone railing. Below her, workers moved with practiced ease, passing tools, exchanging jokes, pausing now and then to wipe sweat from their bro