Semua Bab THE VEIL OF TWENTY MOON : Bab 41 - Bab 45

The molten dragon loomed before them, a swirling mass of fire and shadow, its scales glinting with molten gold and deep crimson. Its roar rattled the mountains, shaking loose fragments of rock that clattered down the jagged slopes. The air shimmered with heat and raw magic, the pulse of the Veil vibrating through every stone and every heartbeat. Luna raised her hands, summoning the moons’ power. The Fallen Moon’s silver glow intertwined with the Moon of Tides, forming a radiant barrier around her and the team. Sparks of blue and gold danced along her arms, ready to strike back at the molten serpent. Kael and Aeron flanked her, swords drawn. Torren’s massive axe gleamed, ready to swing. Cassian’s golden armor reflected the moonlight, his presence steadying the group. Mira and Lyra prepared their magic, weaving subtle wards and enchantments into the ambient light. “This… thing,” Kael said, eyes wide, “is huge. And angry. Way more angry than the Shadow King ever was.” Luna nodded

The molten rift’s glow had dimmed slightly after their encounter with the shadowed entity, but the air still shimmered with raw power. Luna’s chest heaved as she stepped cautiously onto the solidified path leading away from the rift. The molten dragon, now calm, trailed behind her, its massive coils emitting a protective heat that kept the unstable molten shards from striking the team. Kael wiped soot from his brow. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m ready for a rest.” Aeron’s hand was already on his sword, scanning the darkness ahead. “Rest isn’t an option. The Veil is still unstable. Whatever this Moonfire Rising is… it’s not done testing us.” Mira nodded, her silver hair catching the faint glow of the residual Moonfire. “She’s right. The molten dragon’s presence stabilized the path, but the rift itself is only one fragment. The Moonfire spreads, and its shards extend beyond this mountain. If we do not contain them, they could tear the Veil apart entirely.” Luna’s hands

Dawn did not come gently. It arrived fractured—its light bending strangely across the canyon walls as though the Veil itself resisted the day. The Echo Temple stood silent behind them, its glow dimmer now, as if the ancient spirits had retreated once more into memory. Luna stood at the edge of the canyon, staring at the sky. Something was wrong. The twenty moons still lingered faintly, though dawn had begun. But one of them—high above the others—flickered. Not dim. Not fading. Empty. A hollow sphere of pale light. “Do you see that?” Luna whispered. Kael stepped beside her, following her gaze. “…Yeah,” he said slowly. “That’s new. And I don’t like it.” Mira moved closer, her expression tightening the moment she saw it. “The Hollow Moon,” she said quietly. Aeron blinked. “We’re naming moons now?” Mira ignored him. “That shouldn’t exist,” she continued. “Not here. Not now.” Luna turned. “What is it?” Mira hesitated—a rare thing. “Every moon in the Veil represents a fo