Too Late, Prince! I’m No Longer Your Chubby Luna의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

LYDIA POVThe subterranean cavern didn't just shake—it screamed.The Void-Eater’s awakening turned the air into a pressurized furnace of dark energy. Standing fully unchained in the center of the shattered crystalline throne room, the leviathan was a nightmare forged from black scale, petrified sea-iron, and shadow-ice. Its four crimson eyes burned like dying stars, staring down at our vanguard with ancient, cosmic hatred."A creature that predated pack law, imperial crowns, and divine magic—the absolute zero of existence.""VALERIUS! FIRE-STONE CANNONS ON THE LEFT WING!" Adrian’s voice thundered through the roaring gale.His broadsword was a blinding wheel of blue-white voltage. Beside him, High Sovereign Valerius didn't hesitate. He raised his golden spear, signaling the three thousand artillery warriors lined along the black coral ridge.BOOM! BOOM! KABOOM!Thirty light-cannons discharged in unison. Concentrated plasma shells slammed into the leviathan’s massive, shadow-scaled left

ADRIAN POVThe roaring thunder of three thousand cheering warriors, the clash of steel, and the blinding flashes of divine light had finally faded into the deep, peaceful stillness of the open ocean.High above the subterranean ruins of the First Era, the royal dreadnought *Imperial Vanguard* glided smoothly across the dark, glassy surface of the southern sea. The terrible shadow-vortex was gone. The toxic sea-fog had vanished, leaving behind a clear, star-littered night sky where a silver moon cast soft, shimmering beams across the water.Inside the High Luna Suite of the flagship, the air was warm, sweet with the scent of lavender oil, and quiet save for the gentle, rhythmic lap of the waves against the dragon-iron hull.A crackling fire burned brightly in the stone hearth, casting long, golden shadows across the plush fur rugs and the grand carved mahogany bed.I stood by the washing basin, stripped to the waist. The battle-scratches across my shoulders were fading, but my chest st

LYDIA POVSix months had passed since the silver crown of the United Realm was placed upon my head in the Great Hall of Stormfang High Keep.The dark was drowned in the Deep Trench, the Primordial horrors were reduced to mere legends in old leather scrolls, and across the four territories, the new world order had taken root. The old, oppressive bloodline laws were gone, burned to ash alongside the conservative council robes, replaced by the Sovereign Charter that guaranteed equal rights to omegas, betas, and alphas alike.The High Keep itself felt transformed. The heavy, intimidating iron draperies of the ancient wolf lords had been replaced with sweeping drapes of pristine white silk and gold embroidery. For the first time in my entire life, I knew what it felt like to wake up without a dagger under my pillow or the toxic reek of Nightshade poison in the air.In our private royal solar, the bright morning sun poured through the wide, stained-glass windows, painting the plush fur rugs

LYDIA POVThe afternoon sun blazed hot against the tall stained-glass archways of the High Keep’s private gardens, but my skin felt as cold as ice.Three weeks had passed since my strange morning cravings began, and far from easing, my body’s unpredictable demands had only worsened. The fatigue was no longer a gentle drowsiness; it was an overwhelming, iron weight that dragged at my bones the moment I stood for more than an hour.I sat on a carved marble bench near the central stone fountain, wrapped in a thick mantle of dark purple wool despite the warm spring air. Beside me on a silver platter sat a bizarre, towering mountain of food that had forced the head chef to nearly resign in tears—candied orange peels, roasted salted walnuts, cold goat’s cheese, and a fresh glass of iced mountain milk."You look like a dragon guarding a horde of ridiculous sweets, my Luna," a familiar, low voice rumbled over the quiet rustle of the garden leaves.I didn't need to turn around. The broad, heat

ADRIAN POVThe stone corridor leading to the Sovereign Suite was a blur of cold grey rock and flickering torchlight.I was running. I didn't care about royal protocol, I didn't care about the three hundred bewildered lords left standing in the Great Hall, and I didn't care if I tore the heavy carved doors off their iron hinges.In my arms, Lydia felt terrifyingly light. Her head rested limp against my shoulder, her dark silk dress draping over my forearm, her face as pale and still as mountain snow. Her divine White Light, which usually radiated around her like a warm, golden aura, was completely withdrawn—recoiled deep inside her chest like a frightened animal."Clear the halls!" I thundered, my voice booming off the vaulted stone arches with enough force to make the dust shake from the ceiling.Guards scrambled out of the way, practically hurling themselves against the walls to avoid my path. I slammed my shoulder directly into the heavy oak doors of our private quarters, bursting i