Luna Aurora novel (Alpha Fenrir) novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325

The shadows were closing in, and Dain’s struggles grew weaker by the second. The dark energy from Fenrir’s illusion wrapped around him like a vice, tightening with each breath he took. Elyra’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood frozen for a moment, the chaos unfolding before her too much to process.

She could feel the shard pulsing violently in her hand, its power surging through her. It was the only thing that could save him, she realized, but it came at a cost. The shard’s energy was unpredictable, dangerous—but if she didn’t act now, Dain would be lost to the darkness forever.

“Dain!” Elyra shouted, her voice breaking through the haze of shadows. She thrust the shard forward, the light emanating from it like a beacon in the darkened room. “I won’t lose you!”

She closed her eyes, focusing all her energy on the shard, calling forth its power. The energy inside her surged, the force overwhelming as the shard’s light erupted in a blinding flare. The shadows recoiled, screeching in pain as the light pushed them back.

Dain gasped for air as the grip of darkness loosened, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. The faint glow of the shard slowly faded, leaving an eerie calm in its wake. Elyra knelt beside him, her hands trembling as she gently cupped his face.

“Dain, are you alright?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

He blinked, still dazed from the near-fatal struggle. His breath was ragged, and his chest heaved as he struggled to sit up. “I… I thought… I thought it was over.”

“You were lost to the darkness,” Elyra whispered, her voice shaking. “But I couldn’t let that happen. I… I couldn’t lose you.”

Dain’s gaze softened, but it was short-lived. The air around them began to thrum with energy once again, and Elyra’s heart skipped a beat. A force beyond their understanding was stirring, something ancient and far more powerful than the shard itself.

Suddenly, the chamber seemed to crackle with energy, and the ground beneath them shook violently. Elyra scrambled to her feet, pulling Dain with her. A brilliant light enveloped the room, brighter than anything they had experienced before. The shard pulsed in Elyra’s hand, matching the rhythm of the light.

Out of the blinding brilliance, a figure began to take shape—a woman, tall and regal, with long silver hair flowing like moonlight, her eyes glowing with an ethereal light. Her presence was commanding, filled with an aura of ancient wisdom and power. Elyra’s breath caught in her throat as she recognized the figure before her.

“Luna Althea,” Elyra whispered in awe, the name slipping from her lips without thought. She had heard of her in legends, but never imagined she would stand before her.

The woman’s gaze turned to them, and the power in her eyes was enough to make the air itself tremble. She looked between Elyra and Dain, her expression unreadable, but there was something in her eyes—something knowing, something older than time itself.