The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 438

**Chapter 438**

Our attempts at incantations had been fruitless, each word we uttered hanging in the air like a forgotten whisper. The atmosphere was thick with frustration as I paced the room, my mind racing with possibilities. Just then, Liam made his entrance, his footsteps echoing softly as he descended from his guest room. He approached us with a determined expression, but even he struggled to harness the power of the crystal as we had. The air was charged with tension as we resorted to desperate measures, wielding hammers and striking the crystal, hoping for any sign of life. Yet, it remained stubbornly unresponsive.

“Please,” I exhaled, my voice tinged with impatience, “just… do something. Anything.” My plea seemed to vanish into the void, unanswered. Frustration bubbled within me. “Come on! Just fucking do something!”

In that moment of desperation, the crystal pulsed once, a flicker of hope igniting within me. My heart raced—could it be working?

But just as quickly, the crystal unleashed a high-pitched wail, a sound so shrill and jarring that I instinctively dropped to my knees, hands pressed tightly over my ears. I could see Alexander mirror my actions, the crystal slipping from his grasp and crashing to the floor. The noise escalated, a cacophony that threatened to shatter my very sanity.

The furniture around us began to tremble violently, the table rattling as if caught in a ferocious storm. Chairs toppled over, their legs screeching against the floor. Then, with a series of bone-rattling cracks, every window in the kitchen shattered, glass exploding outward like a rain of deadly diamonds.

“Make it stop!” I screamed, my voice barely piercing through the deafening roar of the crystal.

Through the chaos, I watched as Alexander crawled toward the source of our torment, his hands crunching over the shards of glass that littered the floor. With a fierce determination, he grasped the crystal, and the moment his fingers encircled it, the noise ceased abruptly.

A profound silence enveloped us, like a thick blanket muffling the world outside.

I cautiously lowered my hands from my ears, my breath coming in ragged gasps. A sharp sting on my arm drew my attention—a cut, blood oozing from where a shard had struck me. I glanced at Alexander; his hands were marred as well, the glass having left its cruel mark.

The crystal, once a vibrant green, now glowed a deep, furious red, vibrating ominously in Alexander’s grasp.

“What the hell was that?” I gasped, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief.

Alexander’s face was ashen, his eyes locked on the crystal. “I think… I think we made it angry.”

Before either of us could process his words, the crystal pulsed again, this time with a weaker force, yet it sent a shockwave through the room, toppling what little furniture remained upright.

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