Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 736

Chapter 736: Chapter 736 - Taming the Fifth Year - Stars of the Past - 4

The scream Sirius made when he saw his wife turn into white crystal was something that if Luna had witnessed... she would hear in her nightmares for the rest of her life.

The sound of a soul breaking.

Of half a world ending.

Of half of everything that mattered for him being ripped away in an instant.

Just like the divided world they lived in.

Pure grief given voice.

THE STATUES

Two statues remained when the light finally faded.

One black and one white.

Both perfect in their horrible execution. Every detail of the women they’d been preserved in eternal crystal.

Lyzea in black and Lykea in white.

Opposites... Mirrors.

Two women who’d been friends and family reduced to matching monuments of tragedy.

A light shone in the same two indentations of the door. Orion retreated quickly but Sirius was so broken he had to think of Luna before dragging himself backward...

Had to survive... Had to get home.

Had to tell his daughter that her mother wouldn’t come back even though the words would destroy them both.

But these two lights didn’t attack them. Only crossed to aim a thin beam at the statues.

The light intensified to the point of making vision difficult. And when it stopped...

Both were missing something.

A hole in the chest. Perfectly smooth without extra damage, as if something had been extracted with surgical precision.

Or as if they were incomplete puzzles waiting to be filled with one last missing part.

The door they’d tried to open now had two crystal artifacts embedded in it. Two silhouettes that matched the ones absent from the statues.

Like keys.

But the door remained closed. The third indentation seemed to be missing its piece.

Whatever security mechanism this was, it required three components. Three sacrifices. Three keys extracted from three crystallized victims.

Sirius knelt before Lykea’s white statue.

And broke again.

Not in the elegant way nobles pretend in public. Not in the serious and quiet form he was accustomed to acting...

But completely.

Absolutely.

Wrenching sobs that shook his entire body. Hands caressing his wife’s crystal face as if he could bring her back through pure will.

Through love strong enough to reverse death. Through desperation deep enough to unmake what had been done.

"Come back," he whispered again and again. "Please. Please come back. You can’t... you can’t leave me. You can’t leave Luna... Please."

His voice breaking on every word. Each plea more desperate than the last.

But the crystal didn’t respond.

Couldn’t respond.

Whatever remained of Lykea was locked inside that crystalline prison.

Unreachable.

And then Sirius saw Orion.

Getting up and shaking himself off... With a stunned expression, as if he couldn’t believe what had happened.

But not grief... Not the soul-destroying anguish Sirius felt.

Just shock.

Numbness.

Maybe the emotional shutdown that came when reality became too horrible to process.

Walking toward where the draconic wolf’s body lay.

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