Luna Aurora novel (Alpha Fenrir) novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337

The air in the clearing was thick with tension, every breath heavy with the weight of what was happening. Elyra could barely focus on her surroundings as she knelt before the fractured shard, its light flickering erratically in her trembling hands. The once-solid connection she had with it felt like it was slipping through her fingers, as if the very essence of the shard was breaking apart—just as her bond with Dain had.

The path ahead seemed more impossible with every passing moment. How had it come to this? How had they gone from working side by side, bound by a shared destiny, to standing on opposite sides, barely able to recognize each other? The shard pulsed in her palm, its energy vibrating like an unstable force, and Elyra felt it deep in her bones.

She glanced at the land around her, and the beauty of the clearing had morphed into something darker. The once vibrant colors of the forest now appeared dull and lifeless, the trees twisted and warped as if the very earth was starting to decay. The shard’s energy was leaking out, corrupting everything in its wake. The very balance they had fought to preserve was unraveling.

“Elyra,” a voice called, pulling her from her thoughts.

She looked up to see Althea approaching, her expression grave, her steps deliberate. The ancient guardian’s eyes never left the shard, as if she could sense the imminent danger radiating from it.

“Althea,” Elyra whispered, feeling the weight of her gaze. “It’s breaking. I can feel it.”

Althea knelt beside her, her fingers brushing lightly over the shard. Her touch was calm, but there was a tension in her posture that Elyra couldn’t ignore. “The shard is fragile, Elyra. Its power has been strained for too long. The rift between you and Dain, the growing darkness—it’s pushing it to the edge. If it breaks completely, neither of you will survive.”

Elyra’s heart sank at the words. She had always known that the shard was powerful—more powerful than any one person should wield. But the thought that it could destroy her, Dain, and everything they had worked for… it was too much to bear.

“But we can fix it, right?” Elyra’s voice cracked, a small, desperate note creeping in. “We can fix the shard.”

Althea’s expression softened, but her eyes remained serious. “It’s not just about the shard, Elyra. It’s about the balance between you and Dain. If you both don’t find a way to come together, to accept what’s happening inside you, then the shard’s power will consume you both.”

Elyra’s gaze flickered to the distance, where the jagged edges of the cracked shard seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. It felt like a ticking time bomb, its destructive potential growing with every passing second. She could feel it in her chest—the strain, the tension building as the shard fought against the forces threatening to tear it apart.

“Dain…” Elyra whispered, but her voice trailed off. She didn’t know where he was now, didn’t know if he was still out there, embracing the darkness that was calling to him. The thought made her chest tighten, her pulse quickening. If only she could reach him before it was too late.