บททั้งหมดของ Selene the Silver Luna : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

​The grinding of quartz against quartz echoed through the cavern like the dying scream of a mountain.​Selene stumbled as the stone floor beneath their boots tilted violently downward, transforming the level stairwell into a steep, slick ramp of black crystal. Behind them, a massive slab of living rock crashed down with a deafening THUD, sealing the ascent back to the surface. Dust and crushed silver quartz exploded into the air, choking the passage and blinding the rear guard.​"Hold the line!" Kael’s roar cut through the sudden panic.​His hand was a vise around Selene’s waist, his silver-gold Alpha aura flaring so brightly that it threw harsh, metallic shadows against the narrowing walls. With his other hand, he drove the point of his broadsword straight into a fissure in the floor, using the steel as an anchor to keep them both from sliding into the darkness below.​Behind them, chaos erupted. Frost-Tooth wolves scrambled for purchase, their claws slipping against the smooth, crim

​The grinding of quartz against quartz echoed through the cavern like the dying scream of a mountain.​Selene stumbled as the stone floor beneath their boots tilted violently downward, transforming the level stairwell into a steep, slick ramp of black crystal. Behind them, a massive slab of living rock crashed down with a deafening THUD, sealing the ascent back to the surface. Dust and crushed silver quartz exploded into the air, choking the passage and blinding the rear guard.​"Hold the line!" Kael’s roar cut through the sudden panic.​His hand was a vise around Selene’s waist, his silver-gold Alpha aura flaring so brightly that it threw harsh, metallic shadows against the narrowing walls. With his other hand, he drove the point of his broadsword straight into a fissure in the floor, using the steel as an anchor to keep them both from sliding into the darkness below.​Behind them, chaos erupted. Frost-Tooth wolves scrambled for purchase, their claws slipping against the smooth, crim

​The chamber was dead silent except for the faint, hummed resonance of the dual liquid swirling within the pedestal. ​The First Guardian waited, his dark iron gauntlet still extended toward the pool, his crimson eyes gleaming through the visor. "The choice is yours, Selene. Which memory will you accept as your truth?" ​Selene stood between the glowing quartz projections, her gaze shifting from the left mirror—where the Guardian appeared as a murderer—to the right mirror, where the First Luna appeared as a corrupted tyrant. ​She looked down at her hands. The silver crescent on her wrist pulsed with a cool, steady light, while the barbed circle on her palm burned with an aggressive, suffocating heat. They weren't fighting each other. They were reacting in opposition to the projections, each mark vibrating toward a different half of the narrative. ​"Neither," Selene said, her voice cutting cleanly through the heavy air. ​The First Guardian’s posture stiffened slightly. "The Vault do

​The third pulse rolled across the floor in a quiet, shimmering wave of brilliant silver. ​The oppressive, suffocating heat that had filled the cavern instantly dissolved. The dark, corrupted quartz pillars flickered, the swarming crimson fluid within them turning crystal clear as if washed clean by an invisible tide. Across the landing, the Frost-Tooth wolves slowly lifted their ears, their aggressive growls fading into soft, confused huffs. The air no longer tasted of ash and rust—it smelled faintly of fresh snow and night-blooming jasmine. ​Selene gasped, looking down at her hands. The burning, barbed circle on her palm had gone completely ice-cold. ​"Stand down!" Kael’s voice ripped through the stunned silence, sharp and uncompromising. He pulled Selene further behind him, his broadsword still gripped tightly, his hazel eyes narrowed at the suspended sphere. "Nobody touches that Vault. Nobody approaches the bridge. We leave. Now!" ​"Kael, wait," Selene breathed, staring at the

​The eastern escape tunnel emptied onto a treacherous, narrow mountain ridge high above the tree line. Here, where the wind howled like wounded wolves and snow swept across the black rock, the air was bitter and crisp. ​Beneath them, stretching across the vast valley below, lay the Great Basin—and at its center, the Imperial Capital. ​Selene wrapped her heavy woolen cloak tighter around her shoulders, standing beside Kael as the Frost-Tooth vanguard took up defensive positions along the crags. The capital city had always been described in the northern chronicles as a teeming hive of life and stone: sprawling markets, towering white-granite estates, and tens of thousands of citizens living under the shimmering protection of the central district. ​Now, as Selene looked down through the passing clouds, the city below was unnervingly silent. ​There were no plumes of hearth smoke rising from the residential quarters. No merchant caravans moving along the grand cobblestone arterial road