Luna of the Lost Bloodline のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

I fell.Not downward—through.The world peeled apart around me in layers, sound and light tearing away until only sensation remained. Heat. Pressure. The violent pull of something unfinished dragging at my bones. I screamed, but the sound never left my body. It folded back into me, became power, became fuel.Then I hit.Stone shattered beneath my back as I slammed into solid ground hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs. Pain flared white-hot, immediate and grounding. I sucked in air like it was the first time I’d ever breathed, lungs burning, vision swimming.I was alive.That thought barely had time to form before the ground moved.Not shaking—breathing.I rolled onto my side, coughing, hands scraping against rough stone etched with symbols that pulsed faintly beneath my palms. The air was thick here, metallic and charged, like the moment before lightning struck. My head throbbed, memories colliding—Gate, chains, abyss, Auren’s voice splitting reality open—Auren.I pushed my

The silence didn’t last.It broke—not with sound, but with motion, as if reality itself flinched at my words and recoiled. The cavern convulsed, stone folding inward like muscle tightening around bone. The air thickened until breathing felt like dragging oxygen through liquid.I felt it then—the shift.Not toward either of them.Away from both.The power inside me surged, not violently, not chaotically, but with intention. It rearranged itself, slipping into new channels, old instincts giving way to something colder and clearer. I wasn’t reacting anymore.I was commanding.The chasm below answered, its pull changing, no longer dragging me down but circling me, studying me. I felt its awareness sharpen, focus narrowing until it wasn’t looking at the world anymore.It was looking through me.Kael swore under his breath. “Aria—what’s happening?”I turned my head slowly, the movement smooth in a way my body had never been before. My joints didn’t ache. My muscles didn’t protest. Even fear

The sky tore me apart.Not the surface sky—this was something higher, thinner, a boundary that had never been meant to open from this direction. Light shredded into colorless fragments around me, each one slicing through memory, sensation, identity. I felt myself stretched across moments, across versions of myself that had never existed and somehow always had.I was falling upward.Then gravity remembered me.I slammed into stone hard enough to drive the air from my lungs, the impact cracking whatever surface caught me. Pain flared bright and grounding, dragging me back into a single body, a single now. I rolled instinctively, power flaring to shield me as debris rained down in a violent cascade.When I finally stopped moving, I lay there gasping, hands pressed to unfamiliar ground.Grass.Real grass. Damp with night dew. Cool air filled my lungs, sharp and clean compared to the charged suffocation below. Above me, the sky was intact—stars scattered across darkness, indifferent and be

The first howl shattered the silence.It rose from the throat of the kneeling wolf closest to me—low, reverent, vibrating with a power that made the air ripple. The sound wasn’t a call for battle.It was a proclamation.My pulse slammed hard enough to blur my vision. “Stop,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure who I was speaking to—the wolves, the sky, or the thing watching me from beyond it.They didn’t stop.The howl spread, one voice becoming many, the sound braiding itself into something ancient and undeniable. The ground trembled beneath my knees, answering them. The mark on my chest burned white-hot, no longer pain but command.Auren swore softly beside me.“This is bad,” he muttered. “This is very bad.”I dragged my gaze from the sky to the wolves. Their heads were bowed, spines curved in submission, but their bodies shook as if barely containing the force rushing through them. Their bonds—threads I could suddenly see—stretched outward from me like a web, snapping into place with

The world did not tear quietly.It screamed.The earth surged upward in jagged waves, stone folding and unfolding like living muscle, while the sky split open with veins of white fire. Wind howled through the clearing, ripping trees from the ground and hurling them into the widening chasm as if they weighed nothing at all.I stood at the center of it.Not falling.Not rising.Held.The power inside me no longer felt borrowed or stolen. It answered me now—raw, violent, and terrifyingly mine. The mark on my chest had changed, its shape no longer a single sigil but a shifting constellation, symbols rotating and collapsing into one another like a language still being written.Auren was thrown back by the shockwave, skidding across broken stone until he slammed into a standing pillar. He didn’t rise.“Auren!” I shouted, my voice shredded by the wind.I reached for him instinctively—and the earth obeyed.Stone curled upward around his body, forming a protective shell just as debris rained d