Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 515

Chapter 515: Detonation 2

NO!" Cain roared. "No, there has to be something—"

"I’m sorry," the Delta whispered. "There’s nothing we can do. If we try to pull it out, we’ll kill her faster."

Cain stared at her, then back at Ellen.

Ellen, who was glowing.

Ellen, who was dying.

"Why?" Cain’s voice was raw. "Ellen, why would you do this?"

"Because," Ellen whispered, her voice so faint he had to lean in to hear, "I was tired, Cain. So tired. And the shield—it was breaking. I could feel it. Cracking. And if it broke—" Tears slipped down her glowing cheeks. "Everyone would die. The children. The families. Everyone."

"So you decided to die instead?"

"I decided to hold on," Ellen said, her voice firmer now. "Just a little longer. And this—this helps. It lightens the load. Makes it easier to hold."

"You’re absorbing radiation," Cain said desperately. "It’s killing you."

"I know." Ellen’s smile was sad, peaceful. "I know, Cain."

"Then stop." Cain grabbed her hands, clutching them to his chest. "Stop absorbing it. Let the shield do the work. We’ll find another way—"

"There is no other way," Ellen said gently. "Not in time. And I—" She stopped, her breath hitching. "I never expected to leave this alive, Cain. I made peace with that the moment I agreed to do this."

"No." Cain’s voice broke. "Ellen, no, you can’t—"

"I can," Ellen whispered. "And I will. Because it’s worth it. They’re worth it."

"You’re worth it too!" Cain shouted, tears streaming down his face. "You’re worth it, Ellen! You don’t have to—"

"Yes, I do." Ellen’s glowing eyes met his. "Because if I don’t, who will? Who else can carry this?"

Cain opened his mouth. Closed it.

Because she was right.

No one else could do this.

Only her.

"How long?" Cain asked hoarsely, turning to the Delta.

The Delta’s face crumpled. "Hours. Maybe less. The radiation is accumulating faster than her body can handle. Once it reaches critical mass—" She stopped. "She’ll burn out. From the inside."

Cain looked back at Ellen, his hands still clutching hers.

"Hours," he repeated numbly.

"I’m sorry," Ellen whispered. "I’m so sorry, Cain." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Don’t." Cain’s voice was fierce. "Don’t you dare apologize. You’re—" He stopped, his throat closing. "You’re the bravest person I’ve ever known."

Ellen smiled—small, tired, radiant. "I’m just doing what needs to be done."

"No," Cain said, leaning forward until their foreheads touched. "You’re doing what no one else could do. You’re saving thousands of lives. And I—" His voice broke. "I’m so grateful. And so angry. Because you shouldn’t have to. You shouldn’t—" Her skin burnt his.

"But I am," Ellen whispered. "And I’m okay with that. I really am."

For a long moment, they stayed like that—foreheads pressed together, tears mingling, the light from Ellen’s body casting everything in a soft, terrible glow.

Then Ellen spoke, her voice so quiet Cain almost missed it.

"Will you stay with me?"

Cain pulled back, staring at her. "What?"

"Until the end," Ellen whispered. "Will you stay? I don’t—I don’t want to be alone."

Cain’s chest cracked open.

"Yes," he said, his voice raw. "Yes, Ellen. I’ll stay. I’m not going anywhere."

Ellen exhaled—a shaky, relieved sound.

"Thank you," she whispered.

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22:47:08

Frostfang

By the first howl, the division knew they had come. They all took position, including Hades.

"POSITIONS!" Silas roared. "ALPHA LEADS! LET HIM THROUGH!"

Hades shifted—bones cracking, his massive wolf form emerging, larger than any other on the field. His eyes burned red in the darkness.

The enemy appeared at the tree line.

Sixty gammas. Four prime ferals flanking James.

James stood at the center, arms crossed, that same bitter smile on his face.

"CHARGE!" Hades’s voice was a roar that shook the ground.

He launched forward, a blur of black fur and fury. Frostfang’s forces surged behind him—a wave of wolves and gunfire.

The enemy gammas charged to meet them.

Fifty meters. Thirty. Twenty.

Then Hades broke.

He veered left, away from the main force, leaving the enemy gammas to Frostfang.

His target: the prime ferals.

"CONCENTRATE FIRE ON THE GAMMAS!" Silas bellowed. "LET THE ALPHA WORK!"

Gunfire erupted—both sides unleashing hell. Wolves crashed into wolves. The battlefield exploded into chaos.

But Hades didn’t slow.

He hit the first prime feral at full speed—shoulder-checking it, sending it sprawling. It recovered instantly, snarling, the Mark of Malrik burning dark on its hide.

The other three primes moved to flank him.

James’s voice cut through the chaos. "His mouth! Don’t let him open his mouth! Attack his jaw!"

The primes lunged.

All four at once.

Hades twisted, jaws snapping, catching one by the throat. It thrashed, claws raking his side—but Hades held on, dragging it close.

Then he howled.

Not loud. Not distant.

Point-blank.

The sound wasn’t just noise—it was power. A wave of force that rippled through the air, infused with Chalyx, with blood, with compulsion.

The prime feral in his jaws convulsed.

Its eyes rolled back.

The Mark of Malrik on its hide shattered—black lines fracturing, dissolving like ash.

It went limp.

Hades released it. It hit the ground, unconscious or dead—he didn’t know, didn’t care.

One down.

The other three primes attacked.

Claws tore into Hades’s shoulder. Teeth snapped at his throat. One locked onto his hind leg, biting, trying to cripple him.

Hades roared, twisting, throwing one off. He caught another by the scruff, slammed it into the ground, and howled again.

The sound tore through its skull.

The Mark shattered.

It collapsed.

Two down.

But the effort—

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