บททั้งหมดของ Aetherion Academia #1: Shadows of Rebirth: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Moments Later [Rina P.O.V] The Grand Refectory was a sea of shimmering silk and false smiles. As I stepped through the arched threshold, the usual roar of dinner conversation died a swift, choreographed death. At the center of the hall stood Jaxon. Draped in the Fenrir Pack's ceremonial midnight blue. Posture radiating regal, unearned confidence. Beside him, Selene beamed. Fingers laced through his arm as if claiming a prize. The crowd leaned in. Breath held. Waiting for the predictable romantic spectacle. Jaxon stepped forward. Disengaged his arm from his wife's grip. Didn't look at her. His eyes, burning with frantic, desperate gold, locked onto mine. "Lumira." Jaxon announced. Voice carrying to the highest rafters. Dropped to one knee. Velvet box snapping open in his palm to reveal a ring of dragon-glass that pulsed with a stolen rhythm. "The Grand Ball requires a Queen of true lineage. Forget the past. Walk with me tomorrow night. Let the academy see where the Fenrir power tr

Seconds Later [Rina P.O.V] Austin's boots clicked a steady, arrogant rhythm against the stone floor until the sound died in the darkness of the dormitory wing. Emberlyn stood frozen. Small frame trembling as she clutched her stack of leather-bound grimoires to her chest. "I can't do this." Emberlyn whispered. Eyes wide with mounting panic. "I'm a researcher, Lumira. I spend my life in the basement archives. I don't go to balls, and I certainly don't go with guys who treat me like a tactical shield." "You aren't a shield." I stepped into her personal space. Voice low. A velvet lure designed to settle her nerves while tightening the trap. "You're an asset. And assets get paid." Emberlyn shook her head. Copper curls bouncing frantically. "There's no payment high enough. My thesis on 'Volatile Mana Stabilization' is due Monday. If I miss the distillation window tomorrow night because I'm wearing golden silk and pretending to enjoy nectar, I fail. I lose my scholarship." I caught her

Moments later, [Omniscient P.O.V] The gown was a masterpiece of cruelty. Starlight-woven silk that shifted between white and pale gold depending on the angle. Frozen dew from the High Courts laced through Selene's auburn hair. Each droplet a tiny prism catching light and throwing it back as something between tears and diamonds. She stood before the mirror. Terrica behind her. Wren to the left. Amira to the right. Rhysandra in the corner. The coven of girls who had decided her fate was worth more than her fear. "Turn." Terrica commanded. Selene turned. The gown caught the candlelight. Threw rainbows against the walls. She looked like a Saintess. Like a Queen. Like everything Lumira Duskbane was not. "She'll look like a shadow beside you." Wren whispered. Hands still glowing with residual light from the enchantments she'd woven into the fabric. "A ghost trying to wear flesh." "She is a ghost." Rhysandra said. Dagger still in her hand. She used it to trim a stray thread from the he

Moments Later [Rina P.O.V] The private wing of the Fenrir estate was quieter than the grave. Jaxon's guards had sealed the corridors, their faces masks of confusion and fear as they tried to process what their Alpha had just done to his own heir. I walked through them like smoke, Riven at my side, the empty brooch still cold in my pocket. "Lumi, we need to get out of here." Riven's voice was low, urgent. "The Alpha's enforcers are loyal to the bloodline, not the heir. Once Fenrir finishes consolidating, he'll come for you." "Let him." I stopped at a window overlooking the gardens. The moon was high, full and indifferent. "He thinks the problem is Jaxon. He doesn't know the problem is me. He doesn't know what I've already taken." I pressed my hand against the glass. The Shard of the Sun flared in response, its solar heat meeting the cold night air in a shimmer of violet steam. I could feel the second shard calling now. The Fragment of the Void. It was close. Close enough to taste.

Moments Later [Rina P.O.V] The Lybrrith didn't feel like a room. It felt like the inside of a tomb that hadn't yet decided whether it wanted to stay buried. Deep beneath the Moon Tower, in restricted veins of the vampire archives, the air was a living thing. Thick. Suffocating. Ancient. Scent of old parchment mixed with dried blood and something else. Something that made the back of my neck prickle. The metallic tang of magic so old it had started to rot. The stone walls themselves seemed to breathe. In and out. In and out. Like the ribs of something that had been dead for centuries but was just starting to wake up. Gargoyles carved from obsidian loomed overhead, empty eye-sockets reflecting the violent shimmer of the three forces I'd gathered. The complete Shard of the Sun. The Void that was my birthright. And the truth from Morthos's sphere, still burning behind my eyes. Not essences on an altar. Not shards to be collected. Parts of a whole that was finally ready to be born. "