Todos os capítulos de Kiss Me While The Pack Burns : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

The eye beyond the crack opened.And the universe forgot how to breathe.Silence spread across existence.Not ordinary silence.Not the silence of empty space.This was deeper.Older.The kind of silence that existed before sound was ever invented.The kind of silence that waited before creation.The kind of silence that terrified even the Void.Nova felt it immediately.Every soul present felt it.The Witnesses became motionless.The Dreamers froze.The Forgotten lowered their heads.Even the endless dead universes surrounding the Graveyard Beyond Creation fell quiet.Watching.Waiting.Remembering.The golden eye beyond the crack stared into existence.Not with curiosity.Not with malice.Recognition.The realization sent a chill through Nova's body.Because somehow, it wasn't looking at the universe.It wasn't looking at Origin.It wasn't looking at the Void.It was looking directly at her.The traveler beneath the Last Tree noticed.And their expression darkened."No."The word es

Reality screamed.The sound echoed across existence like a wounded god.The second crack continued expanding above the Graveyard Beyond Creation, stretching across dimensions and realities alike.Golden light poured through the opening.Hungry.Endless.Ancient.Nova couldn't look away.Every instinct in her body begged her to run.Yet her feet remained frozen.The shadow behind the crack pressed closer.Larger.Clearer.And infinitely more terrifying.Aurelion stood before her.Protective.Defiant.Afraid.The sight unsettled Nova more than anything else.Because Aurelion was one of the Seven.One of the beings who existed before creation.One of the ancient architects of reality itself.If he was afraid, then something unimaginable was approaching.The Last Tree trembled violently.Its countless lights flickered like stars caught in a storm.The dead universes surrounding the Graveyard glowed brighter.Preparing.Remembering.Waiting.The traveler beneath the Last Tree slowly steppe

The Last Tree split open.A deafening crack echoed across the Graveyard Beyond Creation.Reality trembled.Dead universes brightened.The Eternal Kingdom fell silent.Even the golden light pouring from Malakar's realm seemed to hesitate.Everyone stared.Watching.Waiting.The blinding light at the heart of the Last Tree expanded.Its roots stretched through countless dead realities.Its branches shook beneath the weight of infinite memories.The lights hanging among the leaves exploded into the heavens like stars being reborn.And at the center of it all, a silhouette appeared.A woman.Silent.Motionless.Ancient.The entire universe froze.Nova couldn't breathe.Because she knew.Before anyone spoke.Before anyone explained.Before anyone moved.She knew exactly who stood inside that light.The First Memory.The original one.The being from whom every fragment had been born.The woman who had carried every story.Every ending.Every loss.Every dream.Every universe.For longer tha

The whole world went silent.Not calm,Not even still, but Silent.The kind of silence that has been of existence before sound.Before moons nor stars,Before dreams nor imagination,Before creation itself.The name hung across reality like a wound.Forgotten.The Last Tree trembled.It's light dimmed countless times.The Graveyard Beyond Creation trembled.Dead universes drifted uneasily through the darkness.The Eternal Kingdom flickered.Even the Void became motionless.Watching.Waiting.Remembering.Nova stood beside the First Memory, unable to breathe.Something had changed.The moment that name was spoken, existence itself seemed afraid.And existence was not easily frightened.The two massive eyes beyond the crack remained open.Watching everything.Watching everyone.Watching her.The sensation made her skin crawl.Not because the eyes were hateful.Not because they were angry.But because they felt ancient beyond comprehension.As if stars, creators, and realities were nothi

The universe waited for so long, no stars moved, no worlds turned.No winds whispered through the branches of the Last Tree, even time itself seemed unwilling to take another step until Nova made her choice.Before her stood the Unwritten, countless children with empty silver eyes.Behind them stretched impossible worlds that had never been born, civilizations that had never drawn a single breath, and futures that had been abandoned before they could exist.Their loneliness washed over Nova like an endless tide, she could feel every forgotten possibility.Every dream that had never become reality, every life that had never received the chance to begin.The little girl stepped forward once more, her white dress fluttered in the black light pouring from the third crack."Will you remember us?"Nova's lips parted, but no words came.How could she answer?If she said yes, she might destroy creation, if she said no, she would condemn countless innocent possibilities to eternal oblivion.Th