Chapter 50: The Echoes Beneath the Ashes
The silence that followed the Harbinger’s destruction was deceptive—thick and unnatural, as though the world itself was holding its breath. The storm had died, but its memory lingered in the trembling earth, in the scorched scent of ozone, and in the wild rhythm of Luna’s heartbeat.
She clung to Dante’s arm as he helped her rise slowly from the cracked ground, her legs still weak, her body trembling from the release of power that had surged through her like wildfire. Everything hurt. Her skin felt raw, her limbs heavy, her lungs struggling to catch up with the world that had just changed again before her eyes.
But it wasn’t just exhaustion that weighed on her.
It was that voice.
That ancient, hungry voice that had spoken from the ruins—so diffe
