Luna Aurora novel (Alpha Fenrir) novel Chapter 320

Elyra’s heart was racing as she stood there, her hand trembling over the shard. The vision of Dain, consumed by darkness, still burned in her mind. She could feel the weight of the choice pressing down on her, crushing her from all sides.

She couldn’t lose him. Not like this.

With a deep, steadying breath, Elyra made her decision. She couldn’t sit idly by while Dain spiraled further into the abyss. She had to find him, confront him—show him that there was still a chance, that they could still fight this darkness together.

“I’m going to find him,” she said, her voice low but resolute. She didn’t look at Althea, though she could feel the older woman’s eyes on her, watching, waiting.

“You’re making a mistake,” Althea warned, her tone sharp. “Dain has already made his choice. There is nothing you can do to stop him now.”

But Elyra didn’t listen. She couldn’t. Her heart was telling her to move, to run after him, to pull him from the shadows before it was too late.

Turning away from Althea, Elyra didn’t wait for another word. She ran from the temple, the cool night air hitting her face like a slap as she made her way through the dense forest. She could feel the pull of Dain’s presence, the darkness surrounding him, drawing her toward the shadow lands where he had fled. The air was thick with power, and every step she took seemed to draw her closer to him.

The journey felt endless, the path winding and treacherous, but Elyra pushed forward, her mind set on one goal: Dain.

Her breath quickened as she neared the edge of the shadow lands. The trees grew sparse, their leaves dark and twisted, as though the very forest had been warped by the darkness that now seeped into the land. The shadows seemed to stretch and writhe around her, as though they had a mind of their own, whispering secrets in her ear, trying to lead her astray.

But Elyra couldn’t afford to listen to them. She had to find Dain before it was too late.

As she stepped deeper into the shadow lands, the temperature dropped, and the darkness grew heavier. The moon barely pierced through the canopy above, casting eerie shadows on the ground. Elyra’s senses heightened as she moved forward, her heart pounding with anticipation and fear. Every footstep seemed to echo in the stillness of the land, amplifying her uncertainty.

She called out his name, her voice breaking the silence. “Dain! Please, come back! We can fight this together!”

But there was no response. Only the eerie silence of the shadow lands, as if the very earth had swallowed him whole.

Elyra’s frustration grew, and she quickened her pace, her eyes scanning the shadows. “Dain!” she cried again, louder this time. Her voice carried, but still, no answer.

And then, through the stillness, she heard something—a faint rustle, a whisper on the wind. Her heart leaped in her chest as she turned, expecting to see Dain standing there, but the shadows held nothing but darkness.

Except, she could feel it. His presence. It was close. She could feel the pull, the intensity of the darkness surrounding him, almost as if it were calling to her.