Semua Bab Luna's Revenge: Bab 71 - Bab 80

GarrickDawn broke with a crimson brilliance that felt ominous given our impending confrontation. I had been awake for hours already, making final preparations while Ailith completed a ritual Sin had suggested to strengthen her connection to the Emberfang powers before our departure.The sanctuary's main hall had been transformed into an armory of sorts, with weapons laid out for inspection and distribution. Most were conventional—swords, bows, daggers that our warriors were already familiar with. But interspersed among them were the Emberfang artifacts Sin had retrieved from the lower levels—weapons created specifically to combat shadow manipulation and dark magic.I lifted one such weapon—a sword with a blade that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it, its hilt wrapped in leather inscribed with the same symbols that marked Ailith's skin. When I had first touched it yesterday, the weapon had vibrated in my hand, neither accepting nor rejecting me completely. Now, as I gripped

GarrickThe war council convened at midday, after Ailith had rested and completed the examinations of our remaining allies. By some miracle—or perhaps because the shadow had concentrated its efforts on key individuals—no one else showed signs of corruption. Still, the revelation that both Lena and Bryn had been compromised cast a pall over our gathering, with everyone hyper-aware of how vulnerable we all were to the shadow's influence.I stood at the head of the ancient stone table where maps and scrolls were spread out, my posture deliberately confident despite the doubts that plagued me. As Alpha, I needed to project strength and certainty, especially now when our situation seemed increasingly desperate."Based on Mira's information and Ailith's vision, we've identified the ritual site here," I said, pointing to a location on the map—a massive caldera in the northern mountains, marked with symbols that Sin had added to indicate the five ancient seals. "The terrain offers both challe

AilithThe world dissolved around me as Mira pulled us into the shadow path. One moment we stood in the sanctuary's eastern courtyard, hands linked in a tight circle—myself, Sin, Gareth, Fiona, and Mira at the center. The next, we were... nowhere.And everywhere.The sensation defied description. My body felt simultaneously weightless and impossibly heavy, as if I were floating in deep water while being crushed by invisible pressure. Darkness surrounded us, not the absence of light but something more tangible—shadows that moved with purpose, that seemed to breathe and pulse with their own strange life."Stay close," Mira's voice reached me, distorted as if traveling across a vast distance. "Don't let go, no matter what you see or feel."I tightened my grip on Sin and Fiona's hands, sensing their tension through our connected palms. Gareth's presence was a steady anchor to my right, his hunter's instincts clearly on high alert even in this impossible space."How long?" Sin asked, her v

AilithI moved to her side, looking down at the metal plate she had been studying. The Emberfang script glowed faintly under her fingers, responding to her touch as one with traces of the bloodline."What is it?" I asked, struggling to read the ancient text."It's an account from the last High Guardian," Sin replied, her finger tracing the flowing script. "Detailing the final confrontation with the Bound Ones. But there's something here that contradicts everything we thought we knew." She looked up, her eyes wide with the implications of what she had discovered. "The five seals we know about—they're not containing all of the Bound Ones.""What do you mean?" I asked, dread pooling in my stomach."There's a sixth seal," Sin said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hidden, secret—known only to the highest-ranking Emberfang guardians. It contains the most powerful of the Bound Ones, separate from the others.""Why would they keep that secret?" Gareth asked, moving closer to examine the pl

AilithThe weight of Varok's sacrifice—three hundred years suspended between life and death, guarding the seals alone—struck me with profound force. This was the legacy of the Emberfangs, the duty that had been passed down through generations until it reached me, the last of the bloodline."We won't fail," I promised, infusing my voice with a confidence I desperately needed to feel. "For all who sacrificed before us, for those who live now, for the future—we will hold the line."Varok inclined his head, a gesture of respect from elder to descendant. "Then it is time. The passage entrance is here," he indicated a section of the wall near the water basin. "The mechanism is similar to the door, attuned to Emberfang blood."As I moved to activate it, Varok spoke once more, his voice lowered for my ears alone. "There is one more thing you should know, Ailith. About your child."I paused, turning back to face him. "What is it?""The prophecies Mira mentioned—they are real. A child of both b