All Chapters of THE LUNA’S ASCENSION: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The battlefield felt unnerving still after the great wolf's disappearance. The eerie silence was worse than the noise—it left too much space for doubts to creep in. My heart raced, the wolf’s cryptic message still echoing in my mind. You are not ready… but you must be. What did it mean? Draven shifted back into his human form beside me, his expression a mask of tension. "That thing wasn’t just here to destroy—it came with a purpose." He spat blood onto the ground, wiping his mouth. "And it’s left us in the middle of a bloody mess." The scattered remnants of our forces regrouped slowly, but their eyes darted nervously between each other. The great wolf’s presence had not only disrupted the enemy—it had sowed doubt among my own. I could see it in their faces. Who could be trusted now? Were we on the same side, or would more betrayals follow? Astrid approached us, still pale from the encounter. “Everyone’s on edge. Some of them think the beast was an omen, others… they think it was

Stepping through the swirling portal was like plunging into the depths of a storm. Darkness folded around me, and the air felt thick with ancient magic. When the shadows receded, I stood on unfamiliar ground—a vast expanse of silver mist, broken only by the faint outline of runes carved into stone beneath my feet. Elyria stood at the center, her violet eyes gleaming with quiet intensity. Draven, Astrid, and the others materialized behind me, their expressions ranging from suspicion to awe. But I could feel it—the weight of the moment, the truth pressing down on me, waiting to be unearthed. Elyria gestured toward the glowing runes. “This is where the prophecy was first spoken, long before Silverclaw existed. And it is here you will uncover its true meaning.” I stared at the runes, my heart pounding. I had spent so long resisting the prophecy, trying to shape my own destiny. Now it felt like I was being dragged deeper into its tangled web. But there was no turning back. I knelt,

The air around us fractured, bursting with currents of raw magic as I completed the ritual—not in the way it was intended, but in a way that could either save us or destroy everything. The energy surged through me, chaotic and all-consuming, binding my essence to Silverclaw itself. I was no longer just Seraphina; I was Luna, not merely in title but in power. My blood still dripped onto the broken runes beneath me, but this time the earth responded differently. The ground trembled, vines and roots bursting from the soil, wrapping around my legs and spreading outward in waves, swallowing friend and foe alike. Silverclaw had awakened, and it demanded order—balance through sacrifice. I felt every heartbeat, every breath of those connected to the land. Lycus roared, trying to summon his dark magic, but the vines snared his limbs, dragging him down. I could feel his anger twisting like poison, but for the first time, it was dwarfed by something greater—a force beyond any one individual’

The air crackled with energy as I stood at the epicenter of chaos, the battlefield stretched out before me like a canvas of fury and desperation. The deity loomed high above, a swirling mass of shadows and blinding light, while Lycus rallied the new enemy’s forces, their battle cries echoing like a thunderous storm. This was it—the moment everything hung in the balance.I could feel the weight of my allies behind me—Draven’s steady presence, Ava’s fierce determination, and Astrid’s unyielding spirit—each one a testament to the bonds we had forged in the fires of conflict. We had come so far, and now we faced our greatest challenge yet. “Stay close!” I shouted, drawing on the power swirling within me. This was a fight for our future—a chance to rewrite the prophecy that had dictated our lives for too long.With a roar, the deity lunged forward, its form shifting and twisting, seeking to engulf me in darkness. But I wouldn’t let it. Drawing on the ancient lullaby, I focused my energy,

The morning sun filtered through the charred remnants of Silverclaw, casting long shadows across what remained of our territory. The battle was over, but the wounds it left—both visible and unseen—were just beginning to surface. We had won, but victory came with a steep price, and now we stood at the edge of an uncertain future. I ran my hand along the rough bark of a fallen tree, taking in the quiet hum of the forest. This place, once vibrant with life and strength, now felt fragile, as if holding its breath. The pack gathered near the remnants of our hall, working silently, side by side, to rebuild the bones of what once was. Draven approached from behind, his arm in a makeshift sling, but his eyes still sharp with determination. “The scouts say the perimeter is clear. No sign of enemy movement,” he reported, his gaze meeting mine with a rare flicker of warmth. “That’s a small relief,” I replied, my voice quieter than I intended. I wanted to feel triumphant, but all I felt was