CHAPTER 51:Moonlit Reunion

As Fang vanished, the clouds parted, and sunlight bathed the battlefield in a golden hue. Though the Lycan Clan had won their long-awaited glory, Syaoran stood frozen in grief, clutching her bracelet, his expression shattered.

Taio approached carefully. "Your Majesty… are you alright?"

Syaoran didn't look at him. "I've failed," he said quietly, tears trailing down his face. "I couldn't protect her."

Taio's voice was gentle. "It's not your fault. It's fate… and some things are beyond us."

"Then why fate?" Syaoran snapped, turning to him with raw anguish in his eyes. "Why should she be the one to sacrifice herself? Lucian and his cursed clan were to blame—why her?"

Taio opened his mouth to speak, but Syaoran cut him off. "Leave me. Please."

Taio hesitated, his gaze heavy with worry, but he silently stepped away.

As the day ended, Syaoran wandered into Fang's room. He sat on her bed, pressing his face into her pillow. That was when his fingers brushed something underneath. He reached in and pulled out a folded note. His heart ached as he read:

> Syaoran,

If you're reading this… I'm no longer by your side.

I'm sorry. But I had to do this—for you, for the Lycan Clan.

Even if I'm gone, I'll always be in your heart.

We'll meet again someday. And when we do, I'll order you around like I did when I was eleven.

Until then, promise me you'll eat properly.

Don't stay sad too long. Take care of Mother… and the clan.

Thumbs up, silly king. ❤️

Syaoran clutched the letter to his chest, tears spilling uncontrollably. "You knew…" he whispered. "You were smiling like nothing was wrong… and I didn't see it."

The next day, Syaoran went to his mother's chambers. She welcomed him with concern. He sat beside her in silence, his expression empty.

"Syaoran… are you alright?" she asked softly, placing a gentle hand over his.

After a long pause, he finally spoke. "Mother… I need time. Can you take care of the clan for me?"

Her eyes widened. "If you truly need it, I will. But where will you go?"

He shook his head, gave her a deep bow, and walked out. The Queen watched him go, her heart heavy with worry.

Next, he visited his grandfather. The old man stood up in surprise. "Your Majesty… what brings you here?"

"I need to know," Syaoran said firmly. "How do I reach Earth?"

The old man hesitated, visibly startled. "Your Majesty… that's—"

"Tell me," Syaoran said.

The old man sighed. "It's… Lupus Riftum."

Syaoran's eyes widened with a flicker of hope. Without another word, he left.

He climbed the sacred mountain alone. The clouds hung heavy above him as he looked up at the sky. Stretching out his hand, he chanted, "Lupus Riftum."

The moon turned blood red. A vortex formed as the wind howled, surrounding him, and in a flash of light, he was gone.

When he opened his eyes, he stood on a familiar peak. The house he had once built for Fang lay in ruins. Tears welled up again as he walked toward it. He placed his hand on the broken wood, and with his power, he rebuilt it—brick by brick, memory by memory. Then, he stepped inside and closed the door.

From that day forward, he never left.

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Decades Later...

One moonlit night, Syaoran sat cross-legged, meditating. His once-dark hair had turned white, age beginning to touch his features. The door creaked open as a breeze swept through the room. It chilled him to his core.

His eyes snapped open.

Rising slowly, he stepped outside for the first time in decades. The trees had grown, the mountain had changed. He stood beneath the glowing moon and whispered, "Fang… where are you? Do you still remember me?"

His stomach rumbled faintly, but he didn't move. He stared at the moon in silence—until a familiar voice broke the stillness.

"I thought you'd be here."

His breath caught.

He didn't lift his head—just trembled, tears falling quietly. The voice continued, teasing and gentle:

"Are you hungry~? I brought meat. Want a bite?"

He stood up, slowly turning.

There she was.

Fang—just as she had been at twenty—smiling, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

Syaoran's tears burst free as he staggered forward. "Fang…" he whispered, voice cracking. Then he pulled her into a trembling embrace.

Fang pressed her chin on his shoulder, her voice unsteady. "Aww~ don't cry… I've come back. I'm here. I'm fine now… so please, don't cry. Seeing you cry will make me cry too…"

Syaoran sobbed in her arms. "I missed you so much… I waited. I waited, but you finally came."

Fang gently patted his back. After a while, she leaned back, smiling through tears. "Let me see you~ You've aged… and even with white hair, you're still as handsome as ever."

He chuckled, still crying. "Don't tease me. I'm still angry at you."

She laughed softly. "Then we're even. I was angry when you left me too."

They looked at each other for a long, quiet moment—hearts full, pain mended.

"Now," she said warmly, holding up the food. "Will you finally eat with me?"

Syaoran nodded, tears still streaming, and followed her into the house that had waited just as long as he had—for her return.

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"She was a goddess to the world—but to him, she was simply Fang. And that was enough."

Thank you for walking this journey with Fang and Syaoran.

This is not just a story of gods and wars, but of love that waited, endured, and returned.

Sometimes, even after loss… the moonlight leads us home. 🌙