Chapter 72Adrian stared at the woman standing at the edge of the sanctuary, her silver-white hair flowing like moonlight, her violet eyes glowing with primal power.“I know you,” he whispered, stunned. “But you… can’t be.”The woman smiled, and it was a curve of both familiarity and untamed wildness. “You gave me your trust when I had wings and no words, Adrian. I would cross death itself to return to your side.”The realization struck him like lightning.“Luna,” he breathed.His war beast. His Celestial Dragon. His closest companion from the cosmic war reborn in human form.The Dragon's New ShapeSeraphina and Betty stood nearby, both momentarily stunned into silence.Luna stepped forward gracefully, barefoot despite the cobblestones, and wrapped her arms around Adrian’s neck. Her touch radiated warmth, ancient and wild, like the breath of stars.Adrian hesitated, then slowly embraced her. Not out of romance, but recognition. Her soul raw and radiant was unmistakably the same.Serap

Chapter 74The rain fell in sheets over the city, blurring the glowing runes etched into its skyline and muffling the tension crawling through its streets.Adrian stood in the center of the Parker estate’s war room, his hand pressed against the glowing surface of the tracking map. The names of those awakened and affected by the Ancient Hunger pulsed with disturbing synchronicity. Not random. Not chaotic.Deliberate.Seraphina stepped beside him, her hand gently wrapping around his wrist. “They’re planning something, aren’t they?”Adrian nodded grimly. “Something coordinated. Something personal.”Before he could explain, three rune stones on the map flared Seraphina, Betty, and Luna then dimmed.A silence fell.Then a shrill alarm screamed through the estate.The Trap is Sprung Each woman was targeted simultaneously.Seraphina had gone to the central cathedral, drawn by a false report of a corrupted healer losing control. As she stepped through the sanctuary doors, the wards collapsed

Chapter 76The sky never returned to normal.Darkness clung to the clouds like a second skin, pulsing with ancient malice. Thunder didn’t roll it howled, mimicking screams long forgotten. The Parker estate, once a symbol of noble elegance, now stood as the final bastion against a storm that had outlived galaxies.The Ancient Hunger master had come not to simply destroy but to unmake.Adrian stood at the heart of the estate’s reinforced barrier, his hands crackling with layered auras of light, chaos, and silence. His breath came slow, his body strained, but his will? Unshakable.Not while the people he loved still stood behind him.Illusions of the HeartThe first wave wasn’t physical.It came as whispers.“Adrian…” Seraphina’s voice floated through the storm. But she was beside him this voice came from the other side of the ward.Then Betty’s laughter. Then Luna’s sobs. Then… his mother’s voice from a life that shouldn’t exist in this timeline at all.The Ancient Hunger wasn’t attacki

Chapter 78The city breathed but it was no longer entirely human.Strange whispers echoed in alleyways. Streetlamps blinked in unnatural rhythm. Market vendors smiled too widely, their eyes glassy with something else. In the heart of it all, the Ancient Hunger master fed not on flesh, but on fate itself.And Adrian felt it. In every pulse of his soul, every shift in the wind, every fracture in the timeline he had once tried to protect.He didn’t have time to hesitate.Divide and ConquerThe war room pulsed with energy and urgency. Seraphina stood over the central crystal table, its glowing surface displaying a map of the city now riddled with red veins corruption threads that spread like roots through the streets.“We have to divide,” she said firmly, her voice strong despite the tremor in her fingertips. “It’s the only way.”Adrian nodded. “Everyone knows their roles.”Seraphina took the purification lead, retreating to an ancient sanctuary beneath the estate with recovered relics an

Chapter 80Adrian stood at the center of a spiraling vortex of light and shadow dozens of versions of himself circling him like vultures. Their eyes glowed with unnatural hues: crimson, obsidian, silver like dead stars. Their auras radiated corruption each one a timeline where he had chosen power over love, dominance over compassion, destruction over healing.The chamber around them flickered between realities. One second, he stood in a ruined battlefield. The next, in a golden throne room. Then again, in a city consumed by flame. The Ancient Hunger's influence was tearing open the boundary between timelines, dragging his fractured selves into convergence.And they were speaking to him. Each word a dagger.“You could’ve ended pain.”“You could’ve ruled them all.”“You gave up everything for a feeling.”“And what did they give you in return?”Adrian tried to shut their voices out, but they were inside him. Not just reflections possibilities. Alternate outcomes from choices he might hav