Chapter 160 THE RETURN OF THE SILVER FLAME
The night wind howled across the Nexus Fortress.
High above the ancient cliffs, the silver moon hung heavy in the sky, watching silently as destiny began to move again.
Amanda stood alone on the highest tower.
Her hands trembled.
Not from fear.
But from the power burning inside her veins.
Silver flames flickered around her fingers, alive, restless, responding to something unseen.
She could feel it.The world was shifting.
The prophecy was awakening.
Behind her, footsteps echoed softly.
Andrew stopped a few steps away, his presence calm but tense.
“You felt it too,” he said quietly.
Amanda nodded.
“Yes.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“Something is coming.”
Andrew looked toward the forest beyond the fortress walls.
The trees were unusually still.
No birds.No wolves.No sound.
That silence was wrong.Very wrong.
Moments later, Ethan entered the tower, his Alpha aura heavy in the air.
His eyes were sharp, alert.
“The borders of the pack territory have been breached,” he said.
Amanda turned instantly.
“By who?” she asked.
Ethan hesitated.
“Not wolves,” he replied.
Andrew’s expression darkened.
Amanda felt a chill crawl down her spine.
Not wolves.
That meant only one thing.
Enemies older than the packs.
Older than the prophecy.
Older than the Luna bloodline.
The Forgotten.
The Vision
Before Amanda could speak again, pain suddenly exploded inside her head.
She gasped and staggered backward.
Andrew caught her instantly.
“Amanda!” he called.
Her silver flames burst violently into the air.
The tower shook.
The sky above them darkened.
Amanda’s eyes turned completely silver.
And then she saw it.
Not with her eyes.
But with her soul.
She saw a battlefield soaked in blood.
She saw wolves fighting shadows.
She saw the Nexus burning.
She saw Andrew on his knees, bleeding.
She saw Ethan standing alone, surrounded by enemies.
And at the center of it all…
She saw herself.
Standing on a throne of bones.
Wearing a crown of silver fire.
Alone.
Her voice echoed through the vision.
“If I rise… they will fall.”
Amanda screamed.
The vision shattered.
She collapsed into Andrew’s arms.
Ethan stepped forward instantly.
“What did you see?” he demanded.
Amanda’s breathing was uneven.
Her voice trembled.
“The prophecy has changed,” she whispered.
Andrew’s eyes widened.
“That’s impossible,” he said.
Amanda looked at him slowly.
“Nothing is impossible anymore,” she replied.
The Messenger
Before anyone could speak again, the fortress gates exploded open.
A wolf rushed into the courtyard, wounded and bleeding.
He collapsed before them, shifting back into human form.
It was one of Ethan’s warriors.
“Alpha… Luna…” he gasped.
Ethan knelt beside him.
“Speak,” he ordered.
The warrior looked at Amanda with fear in his eyes.
“They’re here,” he whispered.
Amanda felt her heart stop.
“Who?” she asked softly.
The warrior swallowed hard.
“The ones who created the first Luna.”
Silence fell across the tower.
Even the wind seemed to freeze.
Andrew slowly turned toward Amanda.
His voice was low.
Careful.
“Do you know what that means?” he asked.
Amanda nodded slowly.
Her silver flames ignited again.
“Yes,” she said.
“It means… I was never meant to exist.”
CLIFFHANGER 🌙🔥
At that exact moment, the sky split open.
A crack of silver lightning tore through the clouds.
From the裂 (裂 means裂? maybe just continue) darkness above the fortress, a figure descended slowly.
Not flying.Not falling.
Descending like a god.
When the figure touched the ground, the earth shook violently.
Amanda felt her blood react.
Her soul trembled.The figure lifted its head.
Its eyes were the same silver as hers.
And when it spoke, its voice sounded exactly like Amanda’s.
“Hello, Lost Luna,” the figure said calmly.
“I am your beginning.”Amanda froze.
Because she was staring at someone who looked exactly like her.