Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 528

Dawnstrike

Eve threw back her head and howled—a rallying cry that tore across the battlefield, a declaration that they would not fall, that they would stand and fight until their last breath. The sound reverberated through the air, primal and commanding, and behind her the divisions answered. Ironwall's forces came thundering in from the east, Kael leading the charge with his massive gray form cutting through the space between the armies. Frostfang arrived from the north, Shadowhunt came from the west.

The faces she saw, Kael, Maera, Montegue, Silas...

Seeing them alive, filled Eve with a renewed hope even if they looked like they had all been through hell,

The convergence had arrived.

Malrik raised his hand, and the Silverpine army surged forward like a breaking dam. The collision was immediate and catastrophic. Ferals hit the front lines first, their twisted forms moving with unnatural speed and ferocity, and Obsidian's gammas met them head-on. The sound was deafening—snarls and roars, the crack of bones, the wet tearing of flesh, the sharp reports of gunfire from the elevated positions where Kael and the other shooters were stationed. Blood sprayed across the ground, turning the dirt to mud. Bodies fell on both sides, mostly the Silverpine's feral but the Silverpine forces kept coming, wave after wave of coordinated assault.

Eve leapt into the fray, her size dwarfing most of the combatants around her. Victoriana and Gallinti flanked her immediately, moving in tandem to protect her as she tore through the enemy lines. A feral lunged at her from the left, and she caught it mid-leap, her jaws closing around its throat before she flung it aside like a ragdoll. Another came from the right, and she crushed its skull beneath her paw without breaking stride. The ferals were easy—mindless, predictable, driven only by hunger and rage. She cut through them like wheat before a scythe, leaving a trail of bodies in her wake.

But then the gammas came.

They were harder—trained, coordinated, fighting with purpose and strategy. Eve had to work for each kill now, dodging attacks, reading movements, exploiting weaknesses. A gamma lunged at her side, and she twisted to avoid it, her claws raking across its ribs as it passed. It yelped and stumbled, and Victoriana finished it with a precise shot to the head. Another came from behind, and Gallinti intercepted it, his own shifted form slamming into the gamma and driving it to the ground. They worked together, a well-oiled machine, protecting their Luna as she pressed forward.

Above them, Kael coordinated the shooters from his elevated position on one of the watchtowers. His voice crackled through the comms, calm and steady despite the chaos below, directing fire, calling out targets, adjusting angles. Prime ferals soon joined the chaos, massive and intelligent, moving with some sense of direction rather than rage, and Kael's voice sharpened with urgency. "Prime Feral, sector three! Eyes only, repeat, eyes only!" The shooters adjusted their aim, and a bullet tore through the creature's left eye. It shrieked and staggered, disoriented, and three Ironwall gammas descended on it, tearing it apart before it could recover.

Because according to what Frostfang had reported, they healed fast, almost as swiftly as Eve. They could not simply incapacitate them and hope that they bled out and died. They had to be ripped to ribbons. Their bodies are too damaged for spontaneous cell

regeneration.

But there were so many more.

Eve could see them now—Prime Ferals scattered throughout the battlefield, coordinating attacks, backing the lesser ferals and gammas with terrifying efficiency.

It was like with every open door, another large stronger door stood in their way.

They were the real threat, and she could feel it in her bones. The normal gammas couldn't do enough damage to them, and the ferals were useless. It was up to her. She charged toward the nearest Prime Feral, a massive beast with dark fur and eyes that gleamed with unsettling intelligence. It saw her coming and braced itself, and when they collided it was like two mountains crashing together. They rolled across the ground, claws tearing, teeth snapping, each fighting for dominance. Eve's size gave her an advantage, but the Prime Feral was strong and fast, and it took everything she had to pin it down. She sank her teeth into its throat and ripped, and black blood sprayed across her muzzle. The creature went limp, and she released it, panting, her body aching from the effort.

She barely had time to catch her breath before another came.

And then another.

And another.

The ebbing in her bones spread quickly into her muscles, morphing into fire that made her body boil from the inside out.

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