Semua Bab ECLIPSE BORN: Bab 91 - Bab 100

{Liam’s POV}The battlefield did not go quiet when Gregon fell.It exhaled.That was the only way I could describe it— like the world itself had been holding its breath for too long, and now it finally dared to release it. Smoke thinned. Screams dulled into groans. Steel stopped ringing and instead clattered uselessly to stone.The war was over.But nothing felt finished.I stood in the center of the ruined courtyard with blood drying along my forearms; some of it mine, most of it not, and stared at the shape of what had once been certainty.My father was dead.The thought still refused to settle properly. It floated through my mind like an unmoored blade, sharp and impossible to grasp. I had known it intellectually the moment the cry tore through the Palace.The King is down.But knowing something and accepting it were two very different wars.Behind me, Palace warriors regrouped in broken formations, wounded but alive. Edna moved among them like a storm with purpose, her blades slic

{Liam’s POV}After all the blood, all the screaming, all the impossible violence that had nearly torn the Reigns apart, there was no triumphant roar. No victorious howl. No catharsis.Just… silence.Not peace. Not relief. Just silence like a wound refusing to close.Smoke drifted low across the Palace grounds, curling around broken stone and fallen banners. Fires still burned where no one had the energy to extinguish them. Medic wolves moved carefully among the wounded, their voices low, as if raising them might shatter something fragile that hadn’t yet been named.This was what survival looked like.I stood on the steps of the inner courtyard, my hands braced against the cold railing, staring out at what remained of my home.The Palace still stood, but it felt hollow now— like a body after the soul has left.Behind me, iron doors groaned open.I didn’t turn. I knew who it would be.Footsteps echoed, restrained and measured. No clinking chains, no dragging. Revna didn’t need to be mad

{Levi’s POV}No one tells you what silence sounds like after a war.It isn’t peace. Peace has breath to it; relief. This silence was brittle— like glass stretched too thin over the Palace grounds, waiting for one wrong step to shatter it.I stood at the edge of the inner courtyard, watching Liam do something I’d never seen him do before.Rule.Not command in battle— that he’d always known how to do. This was different. This was standing still while the world looked at you and decided whether it would follow.The King’s banners had not yet been replaced. That alone was enough to make people uneasy.Workers moved carefully across the Palace grounds, clearing rubble, still tending to the wounded, and salvaging what could be salvaged. They bowed when Liam passed— not deeply, not reverently, but with a cautious respect that said we are watching you. Warriors followed orders without hesitation, but their eyes lingered longer than they used to.They were measuring him.So was I.Liam stood n

{Ava’s POV}The chamber smelled like fear.Not blood— most of that had been washed away from the Palace stones by now, but the sharper scent of dread that clung to skin and breath when people were made to wait without answers.They had been gathered beneath the eastern, in the Dungeons keep that was used to hold ragged criminals back in the day; where iron sconces lined the walls, their flames steady and low, casting long shadows that bent unnaturally across the floor. Standing before them, chains hung unused now, pushed back against the stone and mostly symbols than tools.There were thirty-seven of them.I counted without meaning to.Rebels; fighters who had followed Revna into war. Wolves who had raised blades against the Palace, against me. Every one of them stood— or knelt, in darkness, eyes clouded white or sealed shut, faces turned inward as if the world had already abandoned them.They did not speak.Some clutched each other’s sleeves. Some trembled silently. One man pressed

{Ava’s POV}I stood at the edge of a tall Palace balcony as dawn lifted slowly over the city. The air smelled different now— less of ash and blood, more of damp stone and early morning smoke from hearths being lit for warmth instead of warning.People were gathering. Not summoned. Not ordered. They came quietly, as if afraid that too much noise might wake the dead.Families stood shoulder to shoulder. Warriors leaned on spears that were no longer raised. Children clutched hands too tightly, eyes wide, uncertain whether this calm was real or just another trick of fate. They were gathered for something and people were going to find out, but I stayed back. I didn’t go. Habit, maybe. Or instinct. For so long, my presence had meant disruption— fear, whispers, shadows tightening around me like accusation. Even now, the eclipse beneath my skin stirred faintly, not restless, just… present. A reminder of what I was.What I had become.“They’re here for you,” Edna said softly as she stopped b