Semua Bab THE LUNA REBIRTH: REVENGE UNDER THE MOON: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The Truth BeckonsThe ground shook around Iris as the cave fell apart behind her. She ran quickly through the narrow path, feeling a burning sensation in her lungs with each breath. Just as the heavy darkness was about to swallow her, she made it to the surface.Iris walked into a wide field, breathing hard. The sky above was bright gold, and the air was warm and soothing. She looked around in amazement, forgetting her fears for a moment. The grass sparkled like little golden strands, and the horizon looked like it went on forever."Where am I?" she quietly asked.A soft light appeared in front of her, getting brighter until the figure of the Moon Goddess appeared. Her presence was both relaxing and powerful, her silver hair moving like liquid light. She stood tall and proud, her face showing no emotions.“Iris,” the Goddess said, her voice booming like a song in the wind. “You’ve come far, but your journey is far from over.”Iris straightened, her mark tingling on her wrist. “I’ve fo

Redemption and SacrificeThe Flaming Altar and IrisWith the altar's golden radiance illuminating her path, Iris staggered as the searing heat enveloped her. As though alive, the flames danced high into the air, crackling and spitting sparks. Her mark pulsated in time with her pounding heart, burning brighter than before. She used her arm to protect her eyes, but the intense heat poured into her body, making each step feel more difficult.With her voice scarcely audible over the raging flames, she told herself to keep moving forward.The voice of the Moon Goddess, serene but foreboding, reverberated in her consciousness as she walked toward the altar. "You have to give up everything you value to save him."Iris's breath caught in her throat as she froze. "Everything?" she said softly.She shook her head and tightened her fists. She stated firmly, "I'll do whatever it takes," even though her chest was twisted with fear.A slender route toward the altar was revealed as the flames hisse

Trust TestedThe Packhouse MirrorThere was an oppressive silence when Iris opened her eyes. She blinked as she became aware of her surroundings. She appeared to be standing in the packhouse, but something wasn't quite right. The air seemed heavy, pressing against her chest, and the walls shined oddly, as though they were made of polished glass. Aiden and Damon stood across the room, their postures rigid. Their normally recognizable looks were aloof, and it was unclear what they were feeling. Iris shouted out in a tremulous voice, "Aiden." "Damon. What is going on? Aiden's angry and piercing eyes suddenly shifted to her. "You brought us here." "What?" Iris stepped back, her heart pounding. "No, I didn't! I have no idea where "here" is! "Don't you always have an answer?" Damon crossed his arms and spoke in a chilly tone. "You're at the center of everything that goes wrong." "That is unfair!" Iris objected. Her mark flashed dimly as she tightened her hands. "We're caught up in som

Power’s CostA Lethal TrapThe walls of the makeshift packhouse twisted and shifted about Aiden and Damon as they stood back-to-back. The space seemed to be alive, thriving on their mistrust and annoyance. With each step, a new trap was set off, whether it was phantom claws snatching at their throats, spikes blasting from the walls, or the floor crashing into emptiness."Time is of the essence!" A shaft of ice sprang from the ceiling, and Aiden snarled as he barely avoided it.Damon kicked a pressure plate that activated a second set of traps and said dryly, "I noticed." Just in time to prevent a collapsing beam, he yanked Aiden back. "You're awful at staying alive if you're always trying to be the hero."Wiping perspiration from his brow, Aiden shot back, "And for someone who's supposed to be all-knowing, you're doing a lousy job of getting us out of here."Damon's keen eyes searched the room for anything that didn't belong. He whispered, "This isn't just a trap." "This is a test."

Self-AcceptanceTurning to Face the Shadow With the thorny walls pressing in like onlookers to a long-awaited war, the clearing in the maze seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Iris stayed immobile, her head whirling and her body tense. Slowly, like a predator chasing its prey, the shadow picture of herself circled about her. With malice in its voice, the shadow hissed, "You think you can save them?" "Even you cannot save yourself." Iris said, her voice strong in spitedespitery tugging at her core, "I'm not here to save myself." Her wrist mark started to glow, light warm, and steady. Something between a grimace and a smile twisted the shadow's face. Falsehoods. You've been afraid all your life. Fearful of reality. Fearful of your strength. Fearful of the person you will become if you accept it. Iris forcefully stated, "I don't have to listen to you." Her chin was up as she stepped forward. "You are only a mirror reflection. A distorted sliver of myself that I no longer require