《The Unwanted Luna》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 130 章

The declaration echoed through the synchronization network long after the words themselves faded from perception. I am coming home. Those four words lingered within Aria's mind as the hidden chamber continued trembling around them. The ancient projection suspended above the convergence platform remained fixed upon the image of the First Throne while crimson warning lights flashed throughout the sanctum. Deep beneath their feet, forgotten containment systems continued failing one after another, each collapse sending waves of vibration through the mountain. Yet despite the urgency surrounding them, despite the growing threat represented by the Echo's ascent, Aria found herself unable to stop thinking about the strange certainty hidden within its voice.Home.The Echo had called the First Throne home.Not a prison.Not a battlefield.Home.The distinction felt important.Dangerously important.Because if the Echo truly originated from the First Age, then perhaps the ancient mountain repr

The valley stretched endlessly beneath the silver glow of the synchronization currents, its vast landscape carrying the quiet majesty of a forgotten world. As Aria and the others descended from the ancient highway into the valley below, the enormity of the First Throne continued dominating the horizon. Even after hours of travel, the mountain seemed no closer than before, its colossal presence refusing to conform to ordinary perceptions of distance. Entire civilizations could have existed upon its slopes. Entire histories could have been buried within its foundations. The realization followed every member of the group as they advanced through the awakening valley, surrounded by ruins that had witnessed the rise and fall of ages beyond imagination.The synchronization remained unusually active.Silver currents flowed across the landscape like rivers of light, weaving between ancient monuments and forgotten pathways. Structures that had appeared dormant from a distance gradually awakene

The chamber remained silent long after the First Voice spoke those words."I am the beginning of your story."The statement lingered within the vast hall like a ripple moving across still water, touching every mind present while raising questions none of them were prepared to answer. Silver currents flowed through the ancient chamber in slow, graceful patterns, illuminating the throne behind the First Voice and casting shifting reflections across the polished stone floor. The synchronization itself seemed unusually attentive, as though the network spanning the world understood the importance of what was about to be revealed.Aria stood motionless.Not because she lacked questions.Because there were too many.Every discovery made since entering the First Throne had steadily reshaped her understanding of herself, yet nothing compared to this moment. The woman standing before her looked like a reflection pulled from another age. The resemblance went beyond appearance. It existed within

The words spoken by the Echo did not simply reverberate through the chamber. They reverberated through the synchronization itself."The truth is incomplete."The voice seemed to emerge from everywhere at once, flowing through the walls of the First Throne, through the convergence currents beneath the mountain, through the ancient pathways stretching across forgotten regions of the world, and most disturbingly of all, through the very synchronization connected to Aria's soul. The moment those words faded, an unnatural silence settled over the chamber.No one moved.No one spoke.The tension became almost tangible.Silver currents that had previously flowed peacefully through the hall now shifted erratically, creating ripples of light across the floor and walls. Ancient symbols flickered between silver and crimson. The First Throne itself seemed uncertain.As though it was reacting to a truth buried so deeply that even the mountain struggled to accept it.Aria's gaze shifted immediately

Silence settled across the First Throne after the Echo revealed the existence of the final memory, yet it was not the peaceful silence that often followed a revelation. It was the silence that came before a storm, the silence of realization, the silence of understanding that everything believed to be true was once again about to change. The silver currents flowing through the chamber appeared brighter than before, as though the synchronization itself had become aware that a boundary was about to be crossed, one that had remained sealed since the collapse of the First Age.Aria remained motionless.Her eyes never left the Echo.The words continued echoing through her thoughts."The memory of your creation."Not her birth.Not her childhood.Not her awakening.Her creation.The distinction continued bothering her because every answer seemed to generate even larger questions. The First Voice had already revealed that Aria had inherited a preserved potential from the First Age, a possibil