All Chapters of Lyra, His Second Chance Mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Lyra was drowning.Not in water, but in darkness - vast, endless, pressing in from all sides. It clung to her like thick fog, swallowing every breath, every sound, every thought. The silence was oppressive, stretching infinitely, until the first whisper curled through the void.Soft at first. Then another. And another.The whispers layered upon each other, some frantic, others coaxing, all slipping between her fingers like water whenever she tried to grasp their meaning. A language lost to time, a song of secrets too old to understand.Then came the pulse.A slow, rhythmic thrum beneath her feet, like a heartbeat. But it wasn’t hers. It was something else - something buried deep beneath the earth, trapped, waiting.Lyra turned, though the darkness gave her no bearings. There was no up, no down, no horizon. Just the pulsing presence ahead of her.A pressure built in her chest, cold and unrelenting. It squeezed the air from her lungs, as if invisible hands were reaching through the void

A roar like thunder shook the chamber, rolling through the stone walls with the force of a storm. Dust and shards of ancient rock rained from the ceiling as the Grand Stone split wide open, its veins of silver light shattering into a storm of wild energy.Lyra barely had time to react before a pulse of darkness surged outward, slamming into her chest like a tidal wave.Pain lanced through her, sharp and raw, as the force sent her skidding backward across the cold floor. Kane was already on his feet, sword in hand, snarling as he planted himself between her and the widening rift in the Grand Stone.From within its depths, something moved.A hand - black as the void, etched with burning runes of crimson and gold - tore through the opening, gripping the jagged edges of the stone as if climbing out of a grave.Then, it emerged.The Demon God.It was neither fully corporeal nor entirely shadow, its form shifting between muscle and smoke. Black tendrils of darkness coiled from its shoulders

Aelindra wiped blood from her lips, silver eyes still gleaming with amusement despite the golden energy that had sent her sprawling. Her dark cloak was tattered, the edges burned from Lyra’s magic, yet she moved with a predator’s grace as she pushed herself back onto her feet.Lyra staggered, her chest heaving, body burning with raw power. The remnants of the Grand Stone inside her pulsed like a second heartbeat, reacting to the chaos surrounding them. Every nerve in her body screamed, every muscle ached, but she couldn’t stop now.Not when the chamber trembled with the force of an ancient, awakening wrath.The Demon God loomed behind Aelindra, its form a shifting void of shadows and agony, pulsing with black energy that twisted and churned like a storm with no end. Its presence pressed down on the room, suffocating, a living nightmare made of hunger and hate. The sheer weight of it made even the warriors stumble, forcing them to brace themselves against the shaking stone floor.But A

The moment the golden light faded, Kane knew something was wrong.The chamber stood still, thick with the lingering echoes of power that had just torn through reality itself. The last remnants of the Demon God’s existence had been obliterated, its monstrous form reduced to nothing but dust and shadow. The battle was over.And yet something was off.. Lyra collapsed.Kane lunged forward, catching her just before she hit the cracked stone floor.Her body was limp in his arms, her hair falling in a tangled mess over her face. He could feel the rapid, shallow rise and fall of her chest, but it was too weak - as if something inside her was slipping further and further away.His heart slammed against his ribs, a soundless snarl tearing through him as he shook her gently."Lyra," he called, his voice steady, but beneath it, there was a razor-sharp edge of fear. "Wake up."Silence.He tried again, gripping her tighter."Lyra!"Nothing.She wasn’t responding.Not through their bond.Not even

Lyra POVThere was nothing.No light. No sound. No sense of up or down. Only a vast, endless void.Lyra drifted, her body weightless, her mind unanchored.She tried to move, but there was no ground beneath her feet, no air in her lungs. It was like she had been ripped from existence itself.Then - a pulse.Faint at first, like a whisper through the dark.Then again. Louder. Stronger. A rhythm she recognized. Her heartbeat.The void trembled, a ripple coursing through the blackness like a stone cast into still water.And then - a presence. Low. Powerful. Ancient.“You were never meant to wake.”The voice was cold, steady, a whisper of command laced with undeniable authority.The darkness rippled again.And suddenly - Lyra was falling. The impact rattled through her bones, though there was no visible ground beneath her. Gasping, she pushed herself up, her limbs trembling.And that was when she saw her.A golden glow flickered in the distance, illuminating a figure standing still in the