Chapter 43 The Final Eclipse

• The Blood Moon rose like a wound in the heavens — vast, burning, and alive. Its crimson light dripped across the broken skyline of the ruined academy, painting the stones in the color of blood. The air was trembling — thick with the metallic scent of magic and the ache of something ancient waking after centuries of silence. Every howl that echoed from the mountains was a war cry. Every heartbeat felt like the countdown to the end.
• Scarlet stood at the edge of the shattered courtyard, her silver hair swaying like a banner in the wind. The moon’s light reflected against her skin, turning her pale glow into something otherworldly. The mark on her collarbone throbbed like a second pulse — a reminder that her blood, her soul, her destiny, had finally converged into this single, irreversible moment.
• The wind whispered through the ruins, carrying faint echoes of laughter and memories from the academy that once stood there. Her heart clenched. This was where she had trained. Where she had bled. Where she had kissed Lucien for the first time under the fading light of dawn. And now it was the place where everything would end.