Semua Bab THE VEIL OF TWENTY MOON : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The dawn over Arkhaven was deceptively calm. Smoke still rose from the outskirts of the city where the Shadow Army had retreated. Guardians moved cautiously through the streets, checking for survivors and repairing the battered walls. The air still carried the acrid scent of magic and shadow. Luna walked slowly beside Kael and Aeron, her arms crossed. The silver glow of the moons that had empowered her the previous night still lingered faintly on her skin, a reminder of the raw, terrifying force she had tapped into. Kael glanced at her. “You look like someone who just survived a war… oh wait, you did.” “I also feel like someone who’s about to get a hundred new problems shoved at them,” Luna muttered. Aeron chuckled softly. “You have no idea. The Shadow General was only a scout, a warning of what’s to come.” Luna frowned. “Wait… a warning? Then the real Shadow King is still out there?” Kael nodded gravely. “He’s testing us. Tonight was just the first wave.” Luna

The horns echoed again across the mountains. Deep. Ancient. Not the harsh metallic blasts of Arkhaven’s guardians, and certainly not the eerie calls of the Shadow Army. These horns sounded older—like something that had not been heard in centuries. Luna stood atop the northern wall, the wind whipping her cloak around her legs as she stared into the valley below. The torches were closer now. Hundreds of them. No… Thousands. Lines of flickering fire wound down the mountain pass like a glowing river. “That's an army,” Kael said quietly. Aeron tightened his grip on his spear. “But whose army?” Behind them, guardians of Arkhaven rushed into position along the walls. Archers raised bows. Ballistae were turned toward the northern pass. The city was ready for another battle. But Luna felt something strange. Something different. The energy moving through the valley wasn’t dark like the Shadow Army. It wasn’t cold. It felt… ancient. Eldric climbed the stone stairs onto the w

The third morning after the arrival of the Solaryn army came colder than the others. A gray mist hung low across the valley, curling around the tents and watchtowers like wandering spirits. Soldiers moved quietly through the camp, preparing for departure. Today, the journey would begin. Luna stood near the northern gate of Arkhaven, adjusting the silver cloak Aeron had given her the night before. The fabric shimmered faintly with moonlight, even in daylight. “It suits you,” Aeron said. Luna tugged at the collar. “It feels like I’m wearing a curtain.” Kael laughed. “That’s a magical curtain, Moonbearer. It might save your life.” “Good point,” Luna admitted. Beyond the gates, the expedition force gathered. Cassian had chosen only a small group to travel to the Temple of Eclipse—fewer than fifty warriors. Speed and stealth were more important than numbers. Commander Lyra led the scouts. Commander Torren oversaw the warriors and supplies. And Cassian himself wo

The dawn rose slowly over the horizon, painting the Whispering Wastes in muted shades of silver and gray. The mist that had haunted the night had lifted, revealing the barren landscape ahead. Jagged rock formations cut through the earth like the teeth of a sleeping giant, and the wind carried an eerie hum that seemed to whisper across the wasteland. The expedition moved carefully, Luna riding at the front with Cassian. The thirty-odd soldiers of Solaryn flanked them, while Kael, Aeron, and Torren maintained a protective circle around Luna. Mira, her glowing markings now faint in the daylight, walked slightly behind the Moonbearer, studying the shifting energies of the wasteland with uncanny focus. “This place doesn’t feel natural,” Kael muttered, scanning the jagged horizon. “It isn’t,” Mira said softly. “The Shadow King has warped this land with dark magic. Every rock, every gust of wind carries his influence.” Luna shivered despite the morning sun. She had felt the Shadow

The first rays of dawn brushed the edges of Arkhaven with silver and gold. The city lay quiet, its walls still bearing the scars of the Shadow King’s siege from months before. Yet the scars were not just physical—they lingered in the memories of those who had survived. Luna stood atop the western wall, the wind tugging at her cloak and hair. Her hands rested lightly on the parapet, feeling the pulse of the Fallen Moon inside her chest. It throbbed with an uneasy rhythm, unlike anything she had felt before. “Moonbearer,” Cassian said behind her, his voice low but urgent. “Something’s happening. Look.” She turned to him, brow furrowed, and followed his gaze. In the distance, beyond the blackened plains and toward the Silverpeak Mountains, pillars of fire climbed into the sky. The flames flickered in unnatural shades—gold, crimson, and violet, streaking upward like molten lightning. “Fire?” Kael’s voice cut through the silence as he stepped beside her. “That’s… too controlled to be a