Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 334

Chapter 334: Running Through The Ruins

Eve

The earth was unravelling behind me, but I didn’t look back.

Every crack in the pavement, every collapsing wall, and every shuddering groan of this broken city reminded me that time was against me. The Fenrir’s Marker wasn’t slowing down—it was accelerating. Cleansing, yes. But not gently. Not with care. It wasn’t looking to save.

It was looking to finish.

I shifted mid-run, my bones rearranging with a tight snap that no longer shocked me. Fur rippled across my spine, claws scraped over fractured stone, and my vision sharpened just enough to catch the warping terrain before I fell into it.

Even then, I stumbled.

This place wasn’t built to be navigated. It wasn’t built at all. It was crumbling thought—shattered memory, and corrupted soul compacted into something barely holding together. Each step forward was like forcing my way through a collapsing dream, one heartbeat away from folding in entirely.

> "Rhea?"

My voice was rough, distorted by the shift. But the silence answered first.

Then her voice came, thin as a thread.

> "I’m here. I’m with you."

> "Where is he?"

> "Close. But you need to hurry. The Marker doesn’t know the difference between corruption and vulnerability. If it reaches him like this..."

She didn’t finish. She didn’t need to.

I picked up speed, claws skidding over ruined marble.

A wave of heat rolled through the ruins behind me, and I knew the Marker had entered the lower levels. It wasn’t chasing with malice—it wasn’t chasing at all. It was purging.

And if I didn’t get there in time...

My own pulse began to sync with the tremors around me. The deeper I ran, the worse it got—walls folding, doors morphing into mirrors of dead faces I didn’t have time to name. I snarled and leapt over a torn chasm in the ground, barely landing.

I wouldn’t make it on foot.

And the Marker knew it.

Suddenly—pain.

A flare of silver heat latched onto my spine and yanked me backwards, off my path and into the air. I landed hard, sprawled on my side, disoriented and panting.

> "What the hell was that?"

I looked up.

There was no one.

Then—growling.

Low. Familiar.

I turned my head, and there he was.

Cerberus.

Hades’ wolf.

All three heads baring teeth, the middle one staring straight at me while the left and right growled into the surrounding ruins. His body was coated in soot, deep gashes scored across his flank, but he stood like a fortress.

I blinked.

He was real.

> "Cerberus?" Rhea’s voice cracked—this time with emotion. "He found us."

The three-headed wolf didn’t wait for an invitation. He crossed the distance between us in two strides, dipped down, and nudged me once with his snout.

Then jerked his head.