Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 238

Hades

Kael let out a slow breath, his fingers flexing by his side. "So they're made to burn fast and bright. Weapons with a fuse."

"Exactly," Mara confirmed. "They were created for a purpose. And whoever made them knew they wouldn't last long. Which means…"

"They're disposable," I said grimly. "Like bait. Or a warning." That was all they were. But what would Silverpine—or whoever was responsible—want with Elliot? What was the goal? None of the forensics revealed that. We were only left with more questions.

Felicia's mouth tightened. "Or a test run."

The implications hit like a sledgehammer, but I kept my breathing even and my expression bordering on detached.

If these were prototypes… then someone was refining the process.

Was this weaponry from Silverpine? An army of hybrid anomalies that could be used and easily discarded? Or was there a bigger story beneath all of this?

I tried not to think too much about any involvement that—

No, I told myself.

Eve was experimented upon. Parts of her must have been extracted before she came here. That would explain why they wanted her to return to Silverpine so desperately—but it still did not explain why it had to be Elliot.

"The donor is the controller," Montegue added darkly, eyes flicking toward me with a sharpness that made my shoulders tense.

I turned to Mara, forcing the words out. "Can we trace the donor? Can you isolate the source?"

She gave a slow nod. "We're working on it. With enough time, we may be able to match the specific strain—if we have access to enough pure samples."

Silence pulsed in the sterile air again.

I could feel the weight of it pressing into my bones.

If the ferals were engineered using a sample from her…

No, it was not possible.

She was with me the whole time.

She couldn't control them—she was eating with me…

No. No. No. It was all a coincidence.

I tried to keep my heart rate stable, or it would rip out of my ribs.

"Is that all?" Montegue asked rather eagerly. "Are you saying the attack is definitively from Silverpine?"

"It could be implied but not definitively proven. It seems they were forced. There were ligature marks on their wrists and ankles," Mara said, flipping her tablet for us to see.

Images of mangled limbs and raw, bruised flesh filled the screen, each more damning than the last. The restraints were crude—iron shackles that had left rusted imprints on bone-deep wounds. One had a brand scorched into his shoulder, a crude sigil that none of us immediately recognized.

It looked like an M with an arrow running vertically through it, and the arrow itself was crossed through by another.

A strange symbol, but for some reason, the Flux seemed to recoil at the sight. My hand twitched as it threatened to take over.

I didn't recognize it—but it seemed like the Flux did.

Mara tapped the screen. "This symbol… does not match any known organizations or rebel groups, past or present, as per our investigation."

Kael's jaw clenched. "So it could be Silverpine… or one of their offshoots. Or even Obsidian."

"It could be a deliberate plant," Felicia murmured, "designed to mislead us. It's most likely from Silverpine." She glanced at me.

My fingers itched with unease. My thoughts kept circling back to Eve.

"Is that all?" I asked finally, bracing for something more.

A strange expression passed over Mara's face before she replied. "Yes. Nothing more yet."

The same with the bombs—nothing could be uncovered from forensics. It was no coincidence that all the incidents were somehow connected. Especially considering that Elliot was a victim in two out of the three occurrences.

Why Elliot?

And just how deep was the plot?