Chapter 37 - Episode 37 The Curse That Breathes

📖 Whispers of the Moon

By Rapwizzy Debaron

Episode 37: The Curse That Breathes

The shrine stood eerily silent.

Juvia could feel it—the shift in the wind, the tension in the air. The Moonbond that had awakened between her and Ha-jun pulsed softly on her skin like a heartbeat.

They had survived the Labyrinth. But something darker had been stirred.

"Something's not right," Ha-jun said, drawing his blade as they stepped further into the glowing temple chamber.

Suddenly, the temperature dropped.

A guttural growl echoed.

Juvia gripped his arm. "That sound…"

A crack formed in the ground. From it slithered black mist, coiling like living smoke. And then—eyes.

Hundreds of glowing, soulless eyes blinked open from the darkness.

From the mist, a figure emerged. Tall. Twisted. Cloaked in shadows stitched together by screams.

It wasn't Noctira.

It was older.

More ancient.

More evil.

"You broke the Labyrinth," the voice rasped. "You severed the cycle. But with every broken curse… another awakens."

Ha-jun narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"

The creature smiled, revealing teeth that didn't belong in any world.

"I am the breath between curses. The shadow they left behind. I am Kaelith."

Juvia's hands trembled. She'd read that name in the Lunar Writings—Kaelith, the Devourer of Fates. The one who fed on broken destinies. The one who whispered lies into lovers' ears to tear them apart.

Kaelith hissed, stepping forward. "You think your bond makes you strong? It only makes you a sweeter meal."

With a shriek, Kaelith lunged.

Ha-jun threw himself in front of Juvia, sword raised. Metal met shadow, sparks of moonlight flying with each blow. Kaelith was fast—too fast—and his form shifted constantly, never staying solid.

Juvia stepped back, channeling the Moonblade's energy.

"Come on, come on…" she muttered.

The blade shimmered, responding to her voice.

She thrust it forward—sending a surge of silver fire straight into Kaelith's chest.

The shadow beast screamed, stumbling back.

But it wasn't enough.

Kaelith laughed, pulling the blade from his body like it was a splinter.

"You'll have to do better than that, little star."

He twisted his form into a serpent-like horror and crashed against the temple wall, shattering part of the roof. Moonlight spilled in—real moonlight from the world above.

Ha-jun's eyes lit up. "He's vulnerable in true moonlight!"

Juvia looked up. "Then we bring the sky to him."

They climbed the crumbling platform as Kaelith reformed below, shrieking in rage. Juvia raised the Moonblade again, this time channeling not just magic—but memory, love, and every moment of pain that had shaped her.

The blade shimmered brighter than ever before—blinding silver light.

She leaped from the broken pillar, aiming straight for Kaelith's core.

"FOR OUR FUTURE!"

She drove the blade into him.

Kaelith shrieked louder than ever, light tearing through every part of his form.

His final words echoed as he dissolved into nothing:

"You may have won today… but the curse… breathes… still…"

Silence.

Then the ground settled.

Ha-jun caught her in his arms as she landed.

"You good?" he asked, breathless.

Juvia smiled weakly. "For now."

But she didn't miss it—the way the Moonblade was still glowing. Or how the mark on Ha-jun's chest had grown brighter.

Kaelith was gone.

But his words lingered like smoke.

There was more.

Something bigger was coming.

Something ancient.

Something waiting to wake.

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To be continued…

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