REBIRTH: CURSE OF THE BLOOD MOON의 모든 챕터: 챕터 161 - 챕터 170

Chapter 161The sky above the Celestial Nexus churned, darkish clouds swallowing the ultimate remnants of the silver moonlight.The air changed into thick with the fragrance of burning ozone, the strength from the ancient coronary heart of Lunaria pulsing via the sacred grounds like a living component.Kalyndria stood at the threshold of the battlefield, her red cloak billowing inside the wind as her military of shadow-born warriors stretched at the back of her. The time had come."We strike now," she commanded, her voice sharp as steel. "No mercy. No hesitation. The Heart of Lunaria might be ours earlier than the primary light of sunrise."A low murmur of anticipation rippled via the accrued forces. The creatures of the abyss—wraiths with hollow eyes, fallen celestials stripped in their grace, and blood-bound beasts with jagged fangs—shifted in hunger. They may want to feel it too.The electricity within the Nexus, the divine force Lucia had so desperately guarded, changed into waiti

Chapter 163The battlefield twisted around Nero Orsini, shifting in ways that defied logic. One moment, he was swinging his blade at an enemy warrior; the next, his opponent flickered and disappeared—replaced by a younger version of himself, wide-eyed and frozen in fear.He staggered back, heart hammering against his ribs."What in the—?"Lucia's voice rang out over the chaos. "Nero! It’s Eldrin! He’s distorting time!"Nero barely had time to process before the ground beneath him cracked, splitting apart as a wave of energy pulsed outward. Warriors from both sides screamed as they were flung through space—some landing in places they’d just been, others appearing older, their faces worn with experiences they hadn’t lived yet.He caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the shattered air, but it wasn’t his reflection at all. It was him—an older, battle-worn version, with deeper scars and tired eyes. The vision sneered."Still making the same mistakes, are we?"Nero clenched his jaw. "I

Chapter 165Dante stood at the edge of the dark, swirling portal, his heart pounding in his chest. The air around him hummed with the energy of it, an unnatural pull that made his skin crawl.His fingers gripped the hilt of his dagger, the metal cold against his skin. He wasn't sure what haunted him more—the portal's power or the darkness it seemed to call to."You’ve come this far, but are you really ready?" a voice whispered inside his mind, familiar and cruel. "Do you think you can just undo the things you’ve done? Do you think you can really save anyone? Even you?"Dante ignored the voice, clenching his jaw. He knew it wasn’t real, not in the way a person was.It was the darkness that lived inside him, always trying to pull him down, to remind him of the past he couldn’t escape. But he wasn’t going to let it win now.He stepped forward, the ground beneath him trembling. The portal pulsed, a deep, resonating hum filling the air, and he felt it—every inch of it—a hunger that wanted

Chapter 167The air in the concealed room was dense with the scent of smoke and plants, the walls throbbing with the gentle hum of dark energy.Kalyndria stood in the middle, her fingers tracing the complex glyphs engraved into the floor under her feet.The room appeared to shrink, the shadows moving closer, pushing in on her as if the very power she was about to unleash was alive, ready to take form.Eldrin loomed behind her, his presence towering, quiet, but his dark power palpable.She could feel the weight of the deal in her chest, like a big stone lying on her heart. This was no ordinary partnership.What she was going to do would alter everything. Powering this immense came at a price, but she was eager to pay it. No, she needed to pay it. The expense would be worth the outcome. The ritual was set. Eldrin's voice shattered the silence, its tone harsh and low, as if he were speaking through the very air itself. “You are certain, Kalyndria? Once we unleash the magic we summon, th

Chapter 169Eldrin gazed out over the wide-open space of the darkened sky from the edge of the temple's magnificent balcony.The stars above, once constant and predictable, now fluctuated, flickering like dying embers from a storm.His fingers twitched in anticipation as he grinned to himself. It was this—his time. Everything Lucia and her allies had painstakingly built collapsed with the start of the gambit."Everything is aligning perfectly," Eldrin muttered to himself, his voice hardly audible above the roaring wind that blew through the open areas of the temple.The power crackled all around him, a cosmic force that was both thrilling and terrifying.The unraveling was intensifying, encroaching on reality itself like a sickness.He had meticulously woven the delicate thread of the celestial event he had triggered over centuries, but now it was falling apart, and there was no turning back.His surroundings were starting to change, first slowly, like a ripple in the air, and then mo