ECLIPSE BORN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

{Liam’s POV}War is loud when it begins.But when it reaches the point where it can no longer surprise anyone; when fear has already done its work, it becomes something else entirely.Brutal and Intentional.I felt that shift as I tore my claws free from the throat of a Corrupter and spun to meet the next. My fangs were slick with blood, my arms burning from exertion, but there was no room left in me for hesitation. Not now. Not when the Palace walls loomed behind us like the last breath of something dying.“Hold the line!” I roared, voice raw as I drove my shoulder into an oncoming body and ripped upward. Bone gave and the Corrupter fell.Around me, warriors fought like royal wolves were meant to fight— no elegance, no ceremony. Claws flashed and fangs tore. Bodies slammed together in snarling collisions of fur and steel. Spears were abandoned the moment distance collapsed. This was close work now. Honest work.And still, it wasn’t enough.The eastern flank buckled again.I turned ju

{GreyBone’s POV}The signal came the way all true betrayals do— quietly.Not a flare. Not a horn. Not a messenger screaming through smoke.Just a pressure beneath my ribs, subtle as a change in air before rain. A pulse threaded through old bone and older oaths, vibrating once, twice, then settling.Now.I did not look toward the battlefield when I felt it. That would have been indulgence.Instead, I adjusted the strap of my armor and kept my pace steady as I crossed the inner colonnade, boots ringing against marble already dusted with ash. The Palace was bleeding outward, courtyards collapsing into chaos, towers shuddering under impact, the roar of claws and steel echoing like a living thing.But here, in the inner corridors, the sound dulled. Thick stone. Layered walls. The illusion of safety.Kings love illusions.I found him where I expected— seated beneath the arch of the Sun Gallery, one hand braced against the arm of his chair, the other pressed to his side where blood darkened

{Ava’s POV}After minutes— or hours, of tearing through flesh and condemning souls, the world narrowed to him.Not the battlefield. Not the screams. Not the Palace cracking behind me.Just Gregon.Everything else blurred into noise as we faced each other again— smoke curling between us, bodies strewn like discarded thoughts, the ground torn open where power had already restructured stone.My chest burned with every breath. Blood slicked my hands; some mine, most not, and my wolf paced beneath my skin, restless, furious, and alive in a way she had never been before.He looked pleased.That alone made something snap inside me.“You came back,” Gregon said, voice rolling over the battlefield like a promise and a threat woven together. “I was afraid they’d break you before you learned what you are.”I bared my fangs without thinking.“They tried,” I said, my voice rough, layered with something darker beneath it. “You won’t.”His smile widened. Good. Let him enjoy it. I moved first.I did

{Revna’s POV}I smelled the blood before I saw him.It trailed through the inner corridors like a confession— metallic, weakening, unmistakably royal. The Palace had been built to withstand sieges, coups, rebellions. Its stones had memorized centuries of violence.But this blood was different.This blood was ending.I followed it past shattered sconces and collapsed arches, deeper into the inner keep where the noise of battle dulled into a distant, muffled roar. Here, the war felt far away. Contained. As if the Palace itself had pulled its breath inward, waiting.The watchtower door stood ajar.I stepped inside.And the King lay against the far wall, half-slumped, half-sitting, one hand pressed to his side where blood soaked through torn regalia. His breathing was shallow now; ragged, uneven. Every inhale sounded like effort. Every exhale like surrender.An interesting sight, I thought as a hint of satisfaction creeped up my throat. For a moment, I simply watched. Not with triumph. N

{Ava’s POV}The silence did not shatter.It bowed.That was the difference.The moment after the Palace broke, the battlefield didn’t erupt into chaos— it hesitated, like every living thing present had felt the pressure in the air and was waiting to see whether it would survive what came next.I felt it too.The grief inside my chest did not recede when I stepped forward. It didn’t dull or soften. It settled, heavy and vast, sinking deep instead of tearing me apart.That was new.For the first time since my power awakened, the eclipse did not surge blindly. It did not scream for release. It waited— coiled, attentive, and very obedient.The shadows around my arms thickened, not lashing, not flaring. They wrapped close, dense as muscle, as if my body had always been meant to wear them this way.I breathed in.And the grounds breathed with me.Rebels froze mid-advance. Palace warriors lifted their heads slowly, eyes wide, as if waking from a nightmare into something worse— or better.The