Semua Bab Wrath Of A Scorned Luna : Bab 101 - Bab 110

The Shepherds’ words echo across both my existences and I feel the immediate consequences of their theft spreading like poison through reality.In the gap, dead Shepherds are manifesting who shouldn’t be able to exist as Void-Dead, their consciousness preserved in death while their living selves manipulate reality simultaneously.In the living world, living Shepherds are appearing with authority over death that they stole from observing my synchronized existence, able to kill and resurrect at will.“They’re using your technique already,” Anna gasps in the gap. “They learned faster than you did.”Of course they did, they’re reality manipulators with millennia of experience while I stumbled into synchronized existence through desperate mate bond connection.Alistair pulls me close in the living world.“How bad is this?” he asks.“Catastrophic,” I reply while simultaneously organizing defenses in the gap. “Shepherds who exist in life and death can manipulate both states, reshape reality

I’m gathering death authority to end the multiversal Collectors and I can feel it burning through my remaining time, the six months collapsing into six seconds as I prepare to use maximum power.Alistair feels it through our mate bond, feels me preparing to die permanently right now instead of later, and he does something I never expected.He severs our bond.Not gently like asking permission but violently, tearing the connection between us with pure desperate will, and the pain is worse than any death I’ve experienced because this time he’s choosing to cut me loose.“What are you doing?” I scream across both existences.“Ending your suffering,” he says with tears streaming down his face in the living world. “If you’re going to be death, be death completely. Don’t half-exist in pain for six months watching us and not being able to truly be with us. Die now, become what you need to become, and at least be free of the torture of straddling both worlds.”The severed mate bond rips my liv

I exist in two places simultaneously but it’s different from synchronized existence, worse, because these two versions of me want opposite things and I can’t reconcile them.Death’s Keeper me in the Council space is calculating that stealing death authority would destabilize reality and should be prevented.Human-ghost me in the gap is desperately guiding my sons toward the crystallized death authority because I need to exist as their mother again, not as abstract duty.“Vote now,” the Council demands from Death’s Keeper me. “Death remains absolute or becomes negotiable. Your choice determines everything.”I try to focus on the question but my awareness keeps splitting to the gap where Marcus has reached the death authority crystal, his hands trembling as he prepares to steal from something he shouldn’t touch.“Mama’s humanity is fading,” ghost-me tells my sons urgently. “You have maybe an hour before I dissolve completely into the gap. Take the authority now while you can still save

They manifest around both versions of me with Anna’s voice leading them.“We reject the Reset,” they declare through my sister. “We reject the Collectors’ solution. We reject the Shepherds’ control. And we’re implementing our own solution.”“What solution?” I ask from both selves.“We’re making you whole,” the three thousand say. “By giving you pieces of ourselves. Every soul here contributes consciousness fragments to rebuild Mabel as unified being. Human-me and Death-Keeper-me merge equally, balanced by our collective will.”“That’s not possible,” the Finality says.“It is now,” the three thousand counter. “Death is negotiable. We’re negotiating Mabel’s fractured consciousness into wholeness by sacrificing parts of ourselves to balance her merge. Three thousand souls contributing to unify one being. That’s negotiable death used correctly.”They begin flowing into both versions of me before anyone can stop them, consciousness fragments from three thousand dead souls pouring into my h

Anna approaches carefully. “Mabel,” she says gently. “I know you’re broken right now. But we have less than two days. We need to start working immediately.” “I can’t,” I whisper. “He’s gone. Really gone. The kind of dead that doesn’t come back.” “I know,” she says. “And I’m sorry. But if you don’t fix death in the time we have, his sacrifice means nothing. Everyone dies including our sons. Is that what Alistair wanted?” She’s right but I can’t make myself care about anything except the mate bond that’s not there anymore, the presence I felt for years that’s just absence now. Marcus kneels beside me. “Mama,” he says through tears. “Dad died so you could save everyone. Don’t let it be for nothing. Please. Get up and fix this.” His words cut through the grief just enough to make me function. I stand even though everything hurts, even though I want to collapse beside Alistair’s body and never move again. “Forty-eight hours,” I say hollowly. “How do we fix negotiable death in fort