All Chapters of Luna of the Lost Bloodline: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The earth did not finish opening.It listened.The chasm widened inch by inch, stone grinding against stone with a sound like teeth worrying bone. Heat breathed up from below—not fire, not lava, but something older. Damp. Mineral. Alive.I felt it recognize me again.Not with awe.With memory.My knees weakened. Kael’s grip tightened, anchoring me as the glow beneath the ruins intensified, painting the broken pillars in sickly gold.“This wasn’t supposed to exist anymore,” he said through clenched teeth.“It never stopped existing,” I replied. My voice sounded distant to my own ears. “We only sealed what was visible.”The pulse from below synced fully with my heart now. Not forcing. Not hijacking.Inviting.A whisper brushed the inside of my skull—no words, just an impression so vast it made me dizzy: You came back changed.I staggered, pressing my free hand to my chest. The silver threads beneath my skin warmed, responding like nerves.Kael swore softly. “It’s calling you.”“Yes,” I

The sky finished opening.Not all at once—slowly, deliberately—like something ancient stretching after a long sleep.The circular distortion above us deepened, its edges sharpening into a vast ring of light and shadow. Within it, layers of reality slid over one another, translucent and wrong. I saw stars that didn’t belong to our sky. I saw landmasses folding and unfolding. I saw memories that were not mine ripple through the air like heat mirages.The Gate was no longer beneath the world.It was becoming the world.The pressure drove me to my knees.Every breath felt borrowed. Every heartbeat echoed too loudly, as if the presence above was counting them, measuring how long I had left before a decision would be forced from my bones.Kael dropped beside me, one knee braced against the fractured stone, his hand gripping my shoulder hard enough to ground me.“Stay with me,” he said fiercely. “Whatever it’s doing—don’t let it pull you apart.”I wanted to laugh at the idea that I was still

The hunger had a shape.Not a body—an orientation.It turned toward me the way roots turn toward water, the way fire leans into oxygen. The suspended light around us dimmed in response, as if illumination itself were being siphoned into a deeper gravity.The Watcher noticed.That alone told me how dangerous this was.The vast, impersonal attention that had weighed us moments before recoiled a fraction—an infinitesimal adjustment, but enough to send a tremor through the frozen shards of reality.That presence is not catalogued, the Watcher impressed, its certainty fractured for the first time.Kael’s breath came sharp at my side. “That thing… it’s not part of the cycle, is it?”“No,” I whispered. “It’s what the cycle was hiding from.”The hunger pressed closer, and with it came a sensation like remembering something I had never learned. Images flickered across my mind—bones buried beneath continents, oceans laid down like blankets to keep something asleep, gods cooperating not out of w

The seam Lyris dragged me through did not feel like motion.It felt like removal.One moment the sky was screaming and Kael’s voice was tearing my name apart—and the next, the world peeled away from me layer by layer, like skin stripped from bone. Sound vanished first. Then light. Then the certainty that I had ever been standing anywhere at all.The hunger came with me.Not chasing.Attached.I gasped—or tried to—and felt no air resist me. Instead there was pressure, immense and intimate, coiling through the core of my being like a second spine.Do not resist, it impressed, not commanding—claiming.You are already shaped for me.“No,” I whispered, though my mouth didn’t move. “You’re shaped around me.”That pleased it.The seam snapped shut behind us with a sensation like sutures being pulled tight through reality. Suddenly there was ground again—solid, cold, humming faintly beneath my boots.I stumbled forward, nearly falling, and Lyris caught me with an arm like steel.“Stay upright

The sky did not break all at once.It peeled.Layer by layer, reality sloughed away above Kael’s head, revealing a deeper firmament beneath—one that was not sky at all, but structure. Vast lattices of light and shadow intersected like the bones of a dead god, humming with unfinished equations.The thing wearing Auren smiled as if the sight pleased it.Kael did not look up.He was looking at her.Aria stood where she had fallen into existence, knees bent, one hand braced against the cracked stone as if gravity itself had to renegotiate her presence. The air around her warped—heatless, soundless distortions rippling outward with each breath she took.She was Aria.And she was not.Kael felt it immediately—not as fear, but as a wrenching displacement in his chest, like the world had shifted half a step to the left and expected him to keep standing.“Aria,” he said, low, grounding. “Talk to me.”Her head lifted.Her eyes—gods, her eyes—They were still her color. Still her shape.But some