Semua Bab Fated by The Moon: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The first light of dawn bathed the battlefield in a golden glow, illuminating the ruins of the Elders’ fortress. The once-feared stronghold stood cracked and broken, its walls scorched with magic, its halls littered with the bodies of those who had fought and fallen. The scent of blood and ash hung in the air, but beneath it was something stronger—victory.Eve stood in the center of the chaos, her breath heavy, her hands still trembling from the power she had unleashed. It was over. The Elders were dead. Their twisted reign had been burned to the ground.But she didn’t feel relief.A part of her had expected something more—some revelation, some grand moment of clarity. But as she looked around at the faces of her warriors, at the wounded and the fallen, all she felt was the weight of what had been lost.Luca approached her, his eyes dark with exhaustion, his body littered with wounds. “Eve,” he murmured. “It’s done.”Damien joined them, wiping blood from his mouth. His usual smirk was

The war room was thick with tension. Eve stood at the head of the long wooden table, her hands gripping its edges as she took in the arguing voices around her.Luca and Damien were at odds once again.“We can’t rush into this blindly,” Luca insisted, his voice firm, his golden eyes dark with concern. “Whoever sent that warning—they want us to act without thinking. We need to fortify our borders and gather more intelligence before making any moves.”Damien scoffed, leaning forward with his hands braced against the table. “Waiting will get us killed. The longer we sit on our hands, the more time our enemies have to strike first. We need to move now.”The other council members murmured, their expressions split between the two Alphas’ differing opinions. Eve closed her eyes for a brief moment, forcing down her frustration.“Enough.” Her voice cut through the room like a blade, silencing everyone.When she opened her eyes, both Luca and Damien were watching her.“We don’t have the luxury o

The morning sun barely touched the dense forest as Eve, Luca, and Damien ventured beyond Silverclaw territory. The air was damp, carrying the scent of moss and ancient trees. Their path was uncertain, but one thing was clear—they were walking into danger.Eve’s instincts screamed that they weren’t alone. Her skin prickled with unease, and she cast a wary glance over her shoulder. "Someone’s watching us," she murmured.Luca’s golden eyes flickered with caution. "We’ve barely entered their land, and they already know we’re here."Damien, ever the warrior, tightened his grip on his blade. "Good. Let them come."But there was no direct attack. Instead, the forest itself seemed to shift around them. Shadows lengthened unnaturally, twisting like reaching fingers. The further they walked, the more the world around them felt… wrong."This place isn’t normal," Eve whispered, her voice barely above the rustling leaves. "It’s almost like it’s alive."Damien nodded. "The Forgotten’s magic lingers

The moment the first rogue warrior lunged, the ruins erupted into chaos. Swords clashed, claws tore through flesh, and the ground trembled beneath the sheer force of combat. Eve spun on her heel, dodging an attack from the left before sinking her dagger into an enemy’s side. Blood spattered her arm, but she barely noticed.Luca and Damien fought beside her, their movements precise and deadly. But something was off. These warriors weren’t just rogues—they fought with an efficiency that spoke of training, of discipline. They weren’t just here to kill them. They were here for her.A sudden, sharp pain exploded in Eve’s skull. She stumbled back, gasping as an overwhelming force surged through her. The world around her seemed to slow. The air crackled with an unseen power, her power. Something inside her shifted—something old, something raw.Then, without warning, it burst free.A shockwave of pure energy radiated from her body, sending warriors flying. The ruins trembled, cracks splitting

The night air crackled with tension as the enemy warriors surged toward them, their eyes glowing with a deadly hunger. Eve barely had time to react before a blade came slashing toward her. She dodged, her body moving on instinct, but the sheer number of attackers was overwhelming.Luca and Damien fought side by side, an unlikely alliance forged in the heat of battle. Luca’s swift, calculated strikes countered Damien’s brutal, raw power, creating a deadly dance of destruction. Eve, her heart pounding, lifted her hands, summoning the energy deep within her. The air around her vibrated, her power awakening in response to the danger. She struck out with a pulse of energy, sending two warriors flying, but her control faltered. The power was still unstable, still new.A deep chuckle echoed through the battlefield, and a man stepped forward—Orion. His presence alone sent a chill through Eve’s spine. Clad in dark armor, his hands crackled with black energy. “Impressive,” he mused, eyes locked