Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 326

Chapter 326: Dilemma

Cain broke the silence first.

"We need specifics," he said, voice low but firm. "You said the Fenrir's Chain can purge the Flux if used properly. Then we need to know exactly what 'properly' looks like. No rituals done half-blind."

I nodded, though the weight of it all pressed deeper into my spine. "The Rite will take place at Elysia's burial site. The soil still holds concentrated lunar resonance—strong enough to awaken the Marker in my blood. It's where Fenrir's essence was first sealed. That makes it the most sacred point of ignition."

Silas folded his arms. "And what happens when it begins?"

I met his eyes. "When the Rite starts, the Fenrir Marker in my blood will activate in phases. It'll spread through Hades first—spirit to essence, essence to psyche. Slowly. Like a dye sinking into water."

Gallinti frowned. "And at the midpoint?"

"The Chain completes," I said. "Everything fuses. No more boundaries. By then, if the Flux is still holding dominance over Hades, it will burn with him."

Kael added quietly, "But if Hades is close enough to the surface—if he's still there—then the Marker can target the Flux instead. Separate it. Cleanse him."

"The problem is," I said slowly, "the Rite doesn't pause. Once the midpoint is reached, the energy spike becomes irreversible. If Hades isn't separated from the Flux by then…"

I let it hang.

They understood.

Cain muttered, "Like blowing a house to kill a snake in the wall."

"Exactly."

Gallinti looked pale. "And if Elliot intervenes… that fusion of resonance—will he survive it?"

"We don't know," Kael admitted.

I didn't speak. Couldn't.

Because if I did, I might cry.

The silence stretched again.

Gallinti was the first to break the silence, his voice hollow.

"But how do we know Elliot can even do this? He can't speak. He barely reacts. We're placing the survival of the king in the hands of a child who can't even communicate."

"He can," Kael said, more defensive than expected. "He's just… trapped behind something. And we all know who did that."

Silas's jaw tightened. "Even so, how does a mute child reach into someone else's fractured mind and pull them out of a parasitic echo-loop? This isn't some memory retrieval. This is extraction from the depths of trauma. How the hell is a child supposed to do that?"

"We find the Delta who silenced him," someone muttered—possibly Gallinti again. "We force them to reverse the damage before the Rite begins. The Delta healer said it was possible. With the same frequency."

"But we don't know who did it," Kael snapped. "Felicia never named them."

"Then we drag her back and make her talk," Gallinti growled.

"It won't work in time," I said softly. "Even if we find the Delta, even if they reverse the manipulation—there's no guarantee he'll suddenly be ready to do something this… sophisticated."

Cain finally leaned forward, folding his hands. "He doesn't need his voice in the spiritual realm. You all heard what happened—he spoke in his sleep. He spoke in Hades' psyche. Language obeys different rules in memoryspace. Communication happens through resonance, not vocal cords. Thought. Emotion. Sometimes even instinct."

Montegue had been silent until now. When he spoke, it was with the deep weight of grief.

"Thought and emotion aren't enough," he said. "To reach Hades, maybe. But to pull him back? That takes more than instinct. That takes intention. Clarity. Conscious will."

He looked around the room.

"In the psyche, Hades won't appear as a man. He'll be fragmented. Scattered across memories. Maybe even hiding inside his own mind. And worse—he may not want to be found."

Silas murmured, "We're not just asking Elliot to find him. We're asking him to persuade him to leave."

Montegue nodded solemnly. "And if Hades' inner self resists… if the child inside him fights, lashes out, or drags Elliot in with him? Then we lose them both."

Cain's jaw was tense. "But he's already made contact once."

"That was unconscious," Montegue snapped. "A child muttering pieces of someone else's nightmare in his sleep. A sleepwalker cannot rescue a drowning man."