ECLIPSE BORN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

{Revna’s POV}~ Two Days Later ~ A canyon-like structure was a wound in the earth.Not a natural one— those heal with time. This one was the kind torn open by darkness and never allowed to close. Jagged rock walls clawed toward the sky, their surfaces blackened by ancient fire and something older than memory. Even the wind moved carefully here, slipping through the narrow pass like it didn’t want to be noticed.I chose this place deliberately— to meet him since it was his headquarters; his base Kingdom. Only a few knew this place or have ever been as its scourged grounds was a myth. Power always tilted the land beneath its feet.My rebels waited behind me, spread along the upper ridges where they could rain death downward if needed. They were silent— no shifting, no murmuring, no nervous fidgeting. The raid had cured them of unnecessary noise.Three days ago, they were wolves with grievances. Now they were soldiers who had tasted consequence.The Palace supply caravan still burned

{Revna’s POV}War does not begin with drums.It begins with logistics.With numbers scratched into dirt. With routes memorized and erased. With food counted not by abundance, but by how long it can be denied. It begins when you decide who is meant to bleed first— and who is meant to watch.By the fifth night after the pact, Gregon believed we were moving together.That misconception was my first victory.I never allowed our forces to mingle. No shared camps. No shared scouts. No shared fires. Coordination does not require intimacy— only timing. I made certain our communications were indirect, filtered through messengers who did not know enough to betray me even if they tried.My rebels moved west and south in overlapping arcs, never lingering long enough to be pinned, never striking without purpose. Each village we passed through was weighed and categorized.Some were afraid.Some were angry.Some were simply tired.Those were the easiest.I did not arrive as a conqueror. I arrived a

{Ava’s POV}The world went quiet before it broke.Not the peaceful kind of quiet— not the kind that came with rest or safety or sleep, but the kind that made the air feel tight in one’s lungs, like it was holding its breath.I felt it long before I saw anything.I stood at the edge of a high ridge overlooking the low forest valley below, my boots half-buried in loose stone and ash. Dawn hadn’t fully arrived yet as the sky was caught in that uncertain gray— neither night nor morning, where shapes blurred and shadows lingered longer than they should.The wind brushed against my skin, and every nerve in my body flared in response.Something was wrong.No— not wrong.Changing.I closed my eyes slowly, letting my senses stretch outward the way they did now without permission. I didn’t fight it this time. Fighting only made it worse.The land whispered back.Far away— too far for any normal wolf to hear, I felt movement. Not singular. Not random.Organized.Eastward, the earth pulsed with s

{Liam’s POV}The first report came at dawn.I was already awake— had been for hours, staring at the Palace walls as if I could will them thicker through sheer exhaustion and stubbornness. Sleep had abandoned me days ago, leaving behind a hollow sharpness that settled behind my eyes and refused to fade.When the horns sounded, low and urgent, I felt it in my bones before the doors burst open.A scout stumbled into the war chamber, armor dusted with ash, breath ragged. His eyes found mine immediately wide, white-rimmed, and terrified in a way warriors try very hard not to be.“My Prince,” he said, dropping to one knee. “We have confirmation.” He started to say to me. I was the one he had to address because apparently, this was what I have been training for these past few months. I straightened my pose, hands braced against the table strewn with maps and markers. Levi had shifted to my side instantly, posture alert, humor stripped clean away.“Speak,” I prompted and the scout swallowed

{Ava’s POV}The battlefield smelled like blood before I ever saw it.Iron. Smoke. Wet earth torn open by claws and boots, and bodies dragged screaming through the dirt.I crested the broken ridge just as the first clash erupted below.The Palace line met the western rebels in a roar of teeth and steel— bodies colliding, wolves shifting mid-stride, claws ripping through armor with animal precision. Fangs flashed silver in the firelight. Screams cut short as throats were opened, not stabbed.This wasn’t war as stories told it.This was scarier as this was wolves remembering what they were.I thought my heart couldn’t be made to beat any faster but then then—The east arrived with a howl splitting the air.Not one howl.Many.Corrupters poured through the far treeline like rot given legs— twisted wolves with glowing eyes, mouths stretched too wide, claws blackened and jagged. They didn’t slow. They didn’t flank.They hit.The ground shook as these two forces collided with the Palace caug