บททั้งหมดของ Luna of the Lost Bloodline: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The voice that came from Kael’s mouth was not his.It carried his cadence—his breath, his throat, the familiar scrape of sound that had once said her name like a promise—but it was hollowed out, layered with something older and sharper beneath it, like a blade wrapped in silk.“I found a way in.”Aria’s scream tore through the Null.She shoved herself backward, scrambling across the glass-dark floor, dragging Kael with her before she even realized what she was doing. Her hands shook violently as she pressed them to his chest, to the glowing sigil cracked open across his ribs.“No,” she whispered. “No—no—no—”Kael’s body convulsed.His spine arched, claws scraping grooves into the surface beneath him as silver fire and shadow warred across his skin. His eyes—his eyes—flickered between molten gold and something else entirely. Something cold. Something watching her from behind them.Lyris smiled.Not with Kael’s mouth.With the way the shadows bent around his body.With the way the Null

I came back into myself like lightning striking water.Pain. Light. Weight.And then—gravity.I slammed into the world hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs, the impact cracking stone beneath my back. The sky above me was wrong—layered, fractured, as if multiple nights had been stitched together without care. Moons overlapped. Stars bled. The air tasted metallic, humming with residual divinity.I groaned and rolled onto my side.The ground answered.It shifted—not crumbling, not collapsing, but responding, as though the earth itself had felt my weight and adjusted to it.That terrified me more than the fall.I pushed myself up, hands shaking. My body felt… altered. Lighter in some places. Heavier in others. My pulse was too steady. My breathing too controlled. The pain that should have been screaming through my ribs was already fading, knitting itself back together with alarming speed.I looked down.Veins of pale silver light traced faintly beneath my skin, most visible at my

The first thing I felt was distance.Not space—separation.As if something fundamental had been pulled apart and rewoven wrong.I tried to breathe and realized I no longer knew where my breath began or ended. Air moved through me, yes—but it didn’t stop inside my lungs. It passed through, carried onward, threaded into something larger.The world.I was inside it.Or it was inside me.Light unfolded slowly, not blinding but layered—like dawn stacked atop dusk atop night. I hovered in a vast in-between, neither sky nor ground, my body suspended in a lattice of force that pulsed with every thought I had.Aria.Kael’s voice reached me through the bond—fractured, strained, but unmistakably his.I turned toward it without turning.He was there.Not whole.Not broken.Changed.Kael stood—or floated—several lengths away, wrapped in a different current of power, darker, denser, threaded with iron and earth. His form flickered at the edges, as if reality itself was unsure how to hold him now.O

The darkness rose like a second horizon.Not fast.Not violent.Inevitable.It rolled upward from beneath the shattered lattice, swallowing light, swallowing sound, swallowing certainty itself. Where it passed, the rules loosened—gravity forgot which way it leaned, time stuttered, memory bled into matter. I felt it brush against the edges of the mortal world and watched entire cities flicker between what they were and what they might have been.The world wasn’t ending.It was being unmoored.Kael braced himself, power flaring outward in iron-deep waves, his domain snapping into place like a wall slammed down in the path of a flood. Stone reasserted itself. Borders hardened. The collapse slowed.But it did not stop.It’s too much, his voice strained through the bond. It’s adapting.He was right. The thing rising wasn’t opposing us—it was learning. Adjusting its pressure against Kael’s resistance, testing my alignment, probing for the weakness between us.And it found one.The bond.Pai

Silence did not fall.It settled.Like ash after a firestorm. Like snow after an avalanche. Heavy. Absolute. Wrong.I floated inside it, suspended in a space that no longer felt like an in-between but not yet like a world. The violent clash of powers was gone—no roar of gods, no grinding of systems rewriting themselves. Just a vast, resonant quiet that pressed against my awareness from every direction.For the first time since the Gate shattered, nothing was pulling at me.No command.No demand.No inevitability.That terrified me more than anything that had come before.“Kael,” I whispered—not aloud, but through the bond.For a heartbeat, there was nothing.Panic flared sharp and sudden.Then—I’m here.His presence returned like gravity snapping back into place. Steady. Grounded. Changed—but unmistakably him.Relief flooded me so hard it hurt.Where are we? he asked.I searched the space around us, extending my awareness carefully. The silence wasn’t empty. It was expectant. As if t