Chapter 115:
"When the sky splits, you'll know Eden was a lie."— Forbidden Text of the Broken Moon Order
But no one said what happens when a lie begins to bleed.
The lie of Eden was never in its beauty.But in making us believe... it ever belonged to us.
Aisha took a deep breath.The air tasted like smoke, blood… and endings.Fallen trees whispered names.Stones, still warm, cracked with memories.And above, suspended like judgment,the rift in the sky pulsed—like a wound waiting to fully open.
Sanathiel rose through the mist,not as a savior,but as a wolf who knewthis would be his final moon.
And Aisha,though broken,though on the edge,held the dagger.And the name Rasen burned on her lips.
Because this wasn't the end of the world.It was the end of the veil.
The battlefield bled chaos.The eldest Nevri, exhausted but relentless, struck down the vampires bred by the Thirteen.Their movements slower now, yet still lethal.Each strike a reminder that war steals years from the soul.
The younger Nevri fell back, seeking shelter behind Sanathiel—who stood as their final defense.His white fur, stained crimson, did not dull the fierce light he radiated.
And from the shadows…came Lionel.
A presence like poison.Sinister. Familiar.The stench of Sariel clung to him like rot.
The Nevri froze.Fear flared like wildfire.
—"You're all worthless,"— Lionel spat, grabbing one by the throat.With a crack, the Nevri's neck snapped, and the body dropped like a broken puppet.—"Nothing but garbage."
Aisha spotted the blue spores swirling in the air.Unmistakable. Sariel was near.
—"Rasen…" she whispered, torn between terror and resolve.
Without hesitation, she loosed her final arrow.A line of light carved through the air between Lionel and Sanathiel.
—"Sanathiel, behind you!" she cried, sprinting toward him.
He met her gaze. Calm.—"Right on time, Aisha."
Then the monsters—born of Sanathiel and Luciano's blood—shattered the protective barrier.The sound cracked through the battlefield like thunder.What remained of the Shadow City's vampires were obliterated in seconds.
Elbanius, the last old human standing, fired without pause.—"Skiller, you idiot…" he muttered.—"You always show up late."
But Lionel moved in a blur.Aisha turned too slow.Pain tore through her stomach like fire.She gasped. Looked down.
The blade gleamed cruelly in her flesh.The Dagger of Destiny.
A weapon gifted by Cristal.Meant not to kill—but to awaken what had long slept.
Lionel held her like a beast with its kill.Grinning. Triumphant.
—"I knew this thing had a purpose.All I needed was the right key.And surprise… it was you."
The blade burned inside her—not like poison,but like a flame reclaiming something lost.
Her blood stirred.Energy surged,electric, ancient,rattling her bones.
Visions blurred her sight—Shadows from long ago.Faceless voices.A door of light pulsing in the distance.
And at its center…Varek.
His lips moved, but no sound came.Still, she understood.
This wasn't the end.It was the beginning.
The dagger wasn't made to destroy.It was made to awaken.
Then she screamed.
Not like a woman.Like a force of nature.A howl from the bones of creation.
Light exploded from her eyes, her mouth—blinding.Even Lionel recoiled,his dagger dropping.
The wind roared in response.The earth itself stirred.Roots and ruins rose like fists.
And then… the sky split in two.
"And the rift in the sky didn't just divide the heavens…It divided who they once were—from who they had to become."
A rift of searing light tore reality open.From its wound spilled chaotic brilliance.
A door.The Luminous Gate.
From it surged a storm of pure energy,wrapping Aisha in golden fire.Her form flickered, as if the world couldn't hold her anymore.
Because when reality tears…the soul must cross.
And then—everything exploded.
From the gate descended a figure—Rasen, now overtaken.A vessel of fury.Of vengeance.His wings unfurled. His presence consumed light.
Sanathiel stepped forward.His medallion flared.
—"I won't let him destroy everything."
Salomón struck from the flank—fangs deep in Lionel's flesh.But Lionel, brimming with Sariel's power,laughed.
—"You think you can stop me, old dog?"He hurled Salomón like a ragdoll.
Aisha, barely standing, glowed with that radiant, impossible light.Her presence began to warp the very world around her.
—"This can't go on," she gasped, fists clenched.
Her gaze locked onto Rasen.Or what was left of him.
—"If you're still in there… fight.Don't let it take you."
For a flicker, his eyes—Rasen's eyes—hesitated.
But chaos reigned.
Nevri screamed.The blue fire devoured the horizon.Skiller arrived to pull survivors out.
Sanathiel turned to Salomón.
—"We're pulling back.There's nothing left to save."
But Aisha stood firm.
—"I'm not leaving without Rasen."
Above them, the demon hovered like apocalypse incarnate.
—"If we can't stop him here," Sanathiel growled,—"this world becomes his."
He howled, summoning his wolves to regroup.
The spores in the air thickened.The sky dimmed.And Sariel… advanced.
Hair like living fire.Eyes ablaze.Tattooed chains writhed around his neck.The ouroboros on his arm pulsed—a serpent of fate and devouring time.
Aisha leaned on the white wolf.Sanathiel—crushed by the demon's pressure—refused to kneel.
—"Varek… really is gone," Aisha whispered.
He met her eyes.Sadness and steel.
—"Only me left, right?" he murmured.
Then he turned to her.
—"I promised."
He kissed her.Brief.But it burned with every vow the end of the world could hold.
Aisha clung to him as if to time itself.A single tear,shining like a shard of star,fell beneath the red sky.
—"I love you too," she said, her voice trembling with everything left unsaid.
He stepped away—as one walking into the storm.
—"HOWL, WOLVES!"His roar shattered the crushing weight.
Sariel's steps broke the earth.His voice thundered:
—"This world is no longer yours."
Chains of darkness lashed out, binding Sanathiel.He shifted, half-wolf—but the demon's might was unrelenting.
—"I love you, Aisha…" Sanathiel choked.
—"No, Sanathiel!" she screamed.
A sudden flash.Salomón, fully Nevri, lunged—
—"He's not yours, Sariel!"
But Sariel didn't even turn.One wave of his hand slammed Salomón into the ground.
"Beneath the rubble, a hand curled into a fist.Salomón… wasn't done yet."
Aisha, gripping the dagger, screamed:
—"Rasen, if you're in there—fight!"
She lunged.One chain blocked her blade.Sariel leaned in,his red eyes boring into hers.
—"Now I see…why you're different."
His voice was Rasen's.And the demon's.
He raised a hand—but Sanathiel's medallion blazed.
Sariel recoiled.
Aisha stood tall, dagger glowing.
—"This isn't over."
The Nevri and their allies regrouped.
The gate widened.
The final battle was at hand.
Because Eden… was never a place.It was a choice.And this time…they would choose her.
She didn't know if she'd survive.She didn't know if he would return.But she knew one thing:If the world burned—she would burn with it.