Semua Bab Blood Of The Forgotten Moon : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The war bells stopped after an hour.But the fear they left behind remained.The Crimson fortress had changed.Only that morning, Elara had walked through its halls believing she was entering enemy territory.Now she watched warriors from both packs prepare side by side.Ashen soldiers stood beside Crimson fighters.Two groups who had spent generations believing the other was their greatest threat.Yet now they shared the same enemy.The Hollow Crown.Elara stood outside the council chamber, listening to voices rise inside.“We cannot send her.”Kael.His voice was controlled, but she could hear the anger beneath it.Riven answered immediately.“And we cannot leave her behind.”“You are suggesting we take the Moon Heir into enemy territory.”“I am suggesting we take the person who has the strongest connection to what they are searching for.”The doors opened.Both men stopped speaking.Elara stepped inside.“Good.”They looked at her.“Now I don’t have to repeat myself.”Kael closed h

“The moon remembers every promise made beneath its light… even when the heart is forced to forget.”The First Guardian’s roar shook the fortress.It wasn’t merely a sound.It was a command.Stone trembled beneath its ancient voice, and cracks raced across the chamber ceiling like lightning trapped inside rock. Dust rained from above as another deafening impact echoed through the fortress.Outside, wolves answered.Hundreds of them.Their howls merged into one thunderous chorus that rolled across the mountains.The siege had begun.For the first time in nineteen years, the Hollow Crown was under attack.Elara instinctively stepped in front of Sera.“What is happening?”Sera’s silver eyes lifted toward the ceiling.“He came.”“The Guardian?”Sera nodded.“He never abandons the children of the Moon.”Another violent tremor shook the chamber.Pieces of stone crashed to the floor.The Hollow Crown soldiers immediately formed a protective circle around their leader, their discipline unbroke

“The heart does not ask permission before it chooses. That is why love has always been the most dangerous magic.”The moon was changing.Everyone saw it.The crimson glow that had once painted the sky like a warning had become something far darker.A shadow moved across its surface.Slowly.Deliberately.As if the moon itself was being consumed.The battlefield went silent.Even the wolves stopped howling.For a moment, enemies and allies alike looked upward, united by the same fear.The Blood Eclipse had begun.Elara stood beside Sera beneath the ruined walls of the Hollow Crown fortress, unable to look away from the sky.“What is happening?”No one answered immediately.Because everyone was afraid they already knew.The First Guardian lowered its massive head.Its golden eyes reflected the dying light of the moon.“The old prophecy has awakened.”Elara turned toward it.“Then tell me the truth.”Her voice carried across the battlefield.“No more secrets.”The ancient creature studie

“History is often written by those who survive it. Truth belongs to those brave enough to search for what was buried.” The journey to the Moon Temple began before sunrise. No songs were sung. No victories were celebrated. The warriors moved through the mountains in silence, carrying the weight of a future none of them understood. Above them, the Blood Eclipse still stained the sky. The moon remained partially covered in darkness, like a wound that refused to close. Elara rode at the front of the group. Not because she wanted attention. Because she had learned something important. A leader who hides behind others cannot expect them to follow. Beside her rode Sera. For the first time in nineteen years, the sisters traveled together. Yet Elara noticed something. Sera kept looking at the moon. Almost like she was waiting for it to speak. “You know something.” Sera glanced at her. “You always notice everything.” “It’s becoming annoying.” A small smile

“The deepest secrets are not buried because they are forgotten. They are buried because someone feared what would happen when they were found.”The road north was silent.Not peaceful.Silent.There was a difference.Peace was the absence of conflict.Silence was the feeling that something was waiting.Elara felt it from the moment they left the Moon Temple.The mountains seemed different now.Before, they had appeared like ordinary peaks covered in snow and ancient stone.Now they felt alive.Watching.Remembering.Almost as if the land itself knew who walked upon it.The Blood Eclipse still remained above them, though the darkness covering the moon had begun to slowly fade.A reminder.A warning.A countdown.Elara rode beside Sera, but her thoughts were somewhere else.Her mother’s letter.Lucien Vale.The prophecy.Riven.Every answer seemed to create another question.“You’re doing it again.”Elara looked at Sera.“Doing what?”“Carrying the entire world inside your head.”A smal