All Chapters of The Luna’s last breath : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Aria fell deep into total darkness.Not a clean fall. Stones scraped her arms, her knees slammed into jagged rock, and pain spread through her side as she tumbled through narrow passages that felt too tight, too alive.Then—She hit the stone floor hard.Air fled her lungs in a sharp, choking gasp.For a while, she could not move her body. Could not breathe.Only hot pain and the persistent pounding of two hearts filled her world.Breathe, she told herself desperately. For them. For him.She pulled air into her lungs and rolled weakly onto her back coughing.Above her, stone slowly sealed shut.She was all alone.“Dax,” she whispered, too weak to speak out loud. Panic tightened her throat.She got no answer.She could still fill the bond although faint and distant. It was like a voice through deep water.He was alive but far away. Too far. And she was trapped.Aria forced herself to sit up, ignoring the strong pain slicing through her ribs. She looked around her. Fear began to

Aria did not wake up in the way normal people do.She rose like mist lifting from water—slow, uncertain, and half-aware, as if part of her still wandered elsewhere.Dax was there the moment her breathing started getting heavier—sounding panicked.“Aria,” he whispered, gripping her hand. “Easy. You’re safe.”Safe.The entire word felt strange in her mind.Her eyes fluttered open, and for a heartbeat, the world disintegrated—layers of color, sound, and memory overlapping until she gasped and squeezed them shut again.“I see… too much,” she sobbed.Dax leaned closer. “What do you see?”“Everything,” she continued, fear swallowing her voice. “And places I’ve never been.”Eryndor’s presence stirred nearby, ancient and watchful.“The bridge does not close once opened,” he said. “It adapts.”Aria swallowed. “So I can’t be…me anymore?”Dax’s grip tightened. “You are still Aria. That’s all that matters.”She truly wanted to believe him.But even as she looked at his face, she felt the world b

Dax had a feeling he was being hunted.Not by scent nor by sound.But by absence.Everywhere he went, the air felt thin. Too thin. Like spirit had passed through and left a wound behind.“You’re pacing. You seem worried,” Aria murmured from the doorway.He stopped instantly. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to wake you.”“You didn’t have to ,” she said. “I can feel you.”That kept happening more often . She could feel him even without the bond. It was as if her senses had learned his shape.Dax masked his fear with a forced smile. “Then you should go back to sleep. I’ll keep watch.”Her eyes darkened. “You are not bait.”“I never mentioned I was.”“You didn’t have to.”Silence stretched between them, heavy and uncomfortable.Finally, he said softly, “It’s not the city they are after.”Her breath hitched. “They’re after you.”“Yes,” Dax replied hesitantly.As expected the attack came before dawn.Quiet.And slow..It started with the guards. They simply stopped moving.One moment th

Dax did not open his eyes.Not when they carried him back to the stronghold.Not when healers casted every spell they knew into his shattered body.Not even when Aria held his hand, cried and begged him to breathe.His chest rose.Barely.But his spirit was slowly slipping away. Eryndor stood at the foot of the bed, face carved from stone.“The Void Lord’s strike shattered more than bone,” he said grimly. “It fractured his inner core.”Aria’s voice broke. “Then fix it.”Silence answered her.Then Eryndor spoke words she never wanted to hear.“There is but one way to keep him alive.”The ritual chamber was older than the packs themselves.Stone carved with the images of beast-gods and blood rites long cursed and forbidden.Aria’s heart pounded in fear the moment she stepped inside.“What is this place?” she whispered.“A sanctuary for creating monsters,” Eryndor replied. “And the last refuge for all dying Alphas.”Dax lay unconscious on the altar, his body already cooling.Aria grabb

Aria did not go into the Void.She pulled the Void to her.The air in the ritual chamber grew heavy, darkening as shadows poured in from invisible portals in the world. The torches dimmed. The walls trembled violently.Eryndor felt the shift instantly.“Aria, stop,” he warned. “You are calling something ruthless. Something ancient.”“That’s the point,” she replied, voice steady even as power surged around her. “I’m done chasing an enemy I can’t see.”The bridge opened wider.Not a narrow path anymore..This time, a doorway.And something different stepped through.Neither shadow nor monster.But a figure shaped like a man, tall and crowned with horns of polished obsidian, veins of starlit darkness glowing around his skin. His eyes were huge and carried patients, as if he had gotten used to watching civilizations rise and fall.Eryndor froze at the sight of him.“The Abyss King,” he whispered. “First Sovereign of the Void.”The figure smiled and inclined his head slightly.“Once,” he