All Chapters of Reckoning of the purple moon: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

POV: Ivory WellsAs I descended further into Callum's stronghold, the smoke-filled air stung my eyes and caused wateriness. Around me screamed the symphony of battle: steel smashing on steel, the terrible sound of rending flesh.But I drove it all to the margins, my senses sharpened with laser-like attention toward one single goal: locating my daughter Darcy. After so many years of believing her missing, I at last got proof she existed, held hostage someplace in this horrible land.Low, I passed a knot of Callum's guards interacting with Hardin's infiltration team. A few tried to turn and interact with me, but I was already swirling like a whirling tornado of flashing blades and kicked up smoke. They dropped silently and then rejoined the dusty haze.Part of me understood the need for every life lived and every hurt caused. But it was a little, always dwindling voice against the tidal urgency pushing me ahead. Once Darcy was in my arms once more, I could grieve the price of my deeds.

POV: Callum Wells The only thing that broke through the temporarily shocked haze engulfing me was the white-hot flare of pain lancing across my shoulders. With the ferocity of his attack, that accursed Darrel had surprised me. Clearance returned itself, and I could feel his talons searching remorselessly into my flesh in search of purchase to shred and tear. Thinking to finish me with his bare hands in a flash of self-righteous wrath, the miserable fool I locked eyes with him and saw the wild anger boiling beneath his bestial hunger front. Nice. Allow him to feel, for a few more breaths, that he was in charge. It would make the next reversal all the more appetizing. My lips slid back in a taunting half smile as I felt his weight pinning me against the unforgiving stone. "Is the best you can produce, whelp?" I gasped out. "This miserable attempt at intimidation?" Darrel's only answer was an inarticulate growl of scorching wrath as he tried to up the pressure, thereby trying to

POV: Jeremy WilliamsAgony!!!That one word seemed to capture my whole life in those boundless, anguished moments. Every nerve ending felt as though molten blades were shredding me as Callum's terrible force tightened me evermore.I battled desperately, lips open in a never-ending rictus of quiet suffering. As the pressure doubled, black dots began to kaleidoscope over my view. Was this the way it concluded then? Before I could change things, that insane beast was crushed into oblivion.Some deep, primordial part of my brain must have been obsessed with that single denial to not let my life's story finish here, snuffed out ignobly on the whims of a murderous madman. Because even as I felt my bones straying into their shatter point, a last flutter of opposition burst.I called every last shred of energy and concentrated it with pure savagery, a bestial growl tearing from the depths of my very being. From my heaving body, an exploding shockwave of pure fury rippled forth.Callum's telek

POV: HardinAs I struck the ground hard, the breath shot out of my lungs in a terrible surge, scattering rubble. With a grunt, Darrel landed next to me and gripped his side. The blood seeped through his fingertips.I wheezed, trying to pull myself up, "you stubborn fool." "I had it handled."Through the smoke and dust, Darrel gave me a sideways glare. "You did it like hell. Your skull would have been crushed by that object."A massive clap shook the chamber as another supporting column was destroyed by one of Callum's monstrosities. Shards of metal and stone, both alive, rained down upon us.I snarled, "This can't go on," and ducked the deadly debris with my sword. "We're losing ground fast.""No kidding," with a grumble from Darrel. He favored his damaged side as he battled to get his feet beneath him. "I don't know how much longer we can keep this up."My gaze swept over the conflict, seeking any opening for our gain. Although the juggernauts were unyielding, they could still be wou

POV: Callum WellsI felt agony piercing me with each rasping breath. My whole body felt like one enormous wound, ripped apart and left to swelter in the harsh weather. However, I couldn't wouldn't let such vulnerability be apparent.Not right now. Not when I was on the verge of total disaster or ultimate success.I could see the strewn remains of my juggernauts through a haze of blood and whirling dust, those destructive avatars of destruction I had fashioned by mastering the forbidden crafts of the ancients. Unmade to the core, torn apart like tissue by whatever crazy force that ethereal beast had taken on.A mocking laugh of incredulity leaked from my injured throat. Such amazing structures...so effortlessly buried? No, that's not possible! Not when I was this near to transcending at last!I snarled through the intense spurts of pain, searching for some indication of support or relief. But amidst the juggernaut, all that was left were straggling hangers-on, the pitiful remnants of m