Beyond Redemption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

The Luna Before MeThe stars trembled beneath my feet, forming ripples that spread outward like water. I didn’t understand how I was standing on light, or why the air felt alive, breathing with every heartbeat. The woman before me—the first Luna—watched in silence. Her long hair drifted like smoke, silver and black woven together. Her face looked strangely familiar, like a reflection of what I might become if time forgot to move forward.“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said again, her voice layered with echoes, each one softer and sadder than the last.My lips parted, but no sound came out. There was a pressure in my chest, heavy, like the stars themselves had settled there. Finally, I managed to whisper, “Who are you really?”Her expression didn’t change. “You already know. You feel it in the marks, don’t you?”I swallowed hard. “You’re the first Luna. The one the Priestess spoke about. The one who tried to defy the Gate.”“I didn’t try,” she corrected gently. “I succeeded. For a t

The Price of PowerThe forest outside the temple had turned ghostly quiet after the battle. Even the night creatures, usually bold and restless, had vanished into the shadows. The air smelled faintly of iron and ash. Every breath I took burned at the back of my throat, the remnants of the Gate’s energy still humming under my skin like static.We walked without speaking. Edward stayed close enough that our shoulders brushed from time to time, silent but vigilant, his golden eyes scanning the trees. Aaron followed a few steps behind, his face unreadable. The Priestess moved ahead, her robe torn and dusted with stone powder, her voice low as she murmured what sounded like protection spells.The silence felt fragile, like one wrong word would shatter it completely.When we reached the small cliff overlooking the valley, the Priestess finally stopped. The moonlight bled over the treetops, silvering everything it touched. From here, I could see the remnants of the temple—the broken pillars

The Fractured BondThe silence after his scream was unbearable. It wasn’t the kind of silence that came from peace—it was the kind that clawed at your ears, that made your heart forget how to beat.One moment, Edward had been there—his eyes wide, his hand reaching for mine—and the next, the ground had swallowed him. The light from the Herald’s chains burned a sickly gold as the cracks sealed over, leaving nothing but smooth, cold stone.“No…” The word fell out of me, hollow and disbelieving. “No, no, no!”I dropped to my knees, pounding the ground until my palms split open. My blood smeared across the stone, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.Aaron yanked me back before I could throw myself into the crack. “Kora, stop! He’s gone—”“Don’t you dare say that!” I screamed, twisting against him. My voice echoed through the chamber, ragged and raw.The Herald stood a few paces away, his armor still flickering with dark light. His lips curled into a cruel smile. “He is not gone. The Ga

Shadows RememberThe air outside the temple felt different—cleaner, lighter—but that didn’t mean safer. Every breath I took carried the faint echo of what had just happened beneath the stone floors. The Gate was gone, shattered into memory, yet I could feel it humming quietly beneath my skin, as if part of it still lived in me.Edward’s arm was around my shoulders as we stepped into the dawn. The first light touched his face, painting his skin gold. He looked alive—solid, warm, breathing—but a tiny pulse of gold flickered beneath his collarbone, the same pulse that burned faintly beneath mine.Aaron followed behind, silent as ever, though his eyes flicked toward us now and then, wary. He’d seen what happened. He’d seen the power that came out of the Gate and the way it fused us together. And I knew what he was thinking—what we might have brought back with us.The Priestess emerged last, clutching her staff, her face pale with exhaustion. “The Gate’s energy will fade from this place,”

The Heart BeneathThe tunnel sloped downward in a spiral, smooth and deliberate—as if it had been carved by a hand that wanted to guide, not imprison. The deeper we went, the warmer the air grew, and the stronger the glow became. It wasn’t light in the ordinary sense; it pulsed and shimmered like liquid energy bleeding through the stone.Edward walked ahead of me, his back straight, every sense alert. Aaron followed close behind, his shadow magic flickering faintly at his fingertips like restless smoke. We didn’t speak. There was no need. The silence between us felt alive—breathing, watching.After what felt like hours, the tunnel opened into a vast chamber that stole the breath from my lungs.The Heart of the Gate.It floated in the center of the cavern, suspended above a pool of molten gold. It wasn’t a heart in the biological sense—it was a crystal sphere, cracked and glowing from within, veins of light running across its surface like fissures in glass. Every beat sent ripples thr