All Chapters of THE ALTAR WE BURNED : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The sun rose that morning not just over the mountains but over hearts finally free. A great hush swept across the valley as the bells of Deliverance Cathedral rang out, their tone pure and unbroken for the first time in decades. Isabella stood at the foot of the hilltop altar, robes of linen swaying in the wind like banners of peace. Behind her, Arthur approached with solemn steps, their joined hands a symbol of what had been fought for and won.Today marked the first Day of Restoration, a sacred event birthed from ashes, pain, and the tenacity of truth. The cathedral was no longer a place of cloaked oppression but an open haven—its once-sealed gates now flung wide to welcome every soul that hungered for healing.Beneath a canopy of oak branches and vines, Isabella raised her hand and spoke. "To all who have suffered. To all who wandered. To all who feared. Let this altar become the ground where chains are shattered. Today, we write the covenant anew."The

The heavens seemed to hum in quiet agreement as the first rays of dawn broke over the hilltops of Ember Hollow. A subtle shift echoed through the spiritual realm, almost like the earth itself sighed in relief. Peace had not yet fully arrived, but it was at the threshold, knocking.Isabella stood at the window of the newly dedicated House of Restoration—a building Arthur had constructed from the ruins of the old chapel where their first miracle had taken place. She watched as the people of Ember Hollow began to rise, their faces no longer clouded by fear and suspicion but lifted in hope. The village was healing. So was she.Arthur stepped in quietly, his footsteps light despite his size. His presence still sent an involuntary flutter through her chest, even after all this time. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "You see what I see?"She leaned into him, a small smile tugging at her lips. "A people reborn."

The winds howled across the hills of Veloria, carrying whispers of revival and judgment alike. Arthur stood beneath the towering oak that marked the entrance to the land they now called their sanctuary. It was here their journey had begun, and it was here their purpose would culminate. The morning sun filtered through the canopy, gilding the green in gold, casting shadows like divine brushstrokes from heaven itself.Isabella approached, her white dress dancing in the breeze, her eyes reflecting the serenity of a woman who had found both God and love. She reached Arthur, slipping her hand into his, and together they stared at the expanse before them—fields filled with tents, bustling disciples, children laughing, and prayers soaring to the heavens."They've come from all over the nation," she whispered, awe in her voice."And many more will come," Arthur replied. "This is just the beginning."Their ministry, now called The New Flame, had become a b

The morning sun spilled golden light over the now-thriving ministry grounds that Isabella and Arthur had rebuilt from the ashes of their past. It had been two years since the final confrontation with the Elders, and in that time, their faith, love, and devotion had not only mended what was broken but had birthed something radiant and powerful—a movement that had touched thousands.Their once small chapel, nestled in the heart of Ember Hollow, had expanded into a sprawling sanctuary surrounded by prayer gardens, healing centres, and community housing for the broken and lost. The energy that flowed through the sanctuary grounds was tangible, pulsing with anointing and hope. It was a testament to the miracles born out of tragedy.Isabella stood in the newly constructed Healing Courtyard, barefoot, her white linen dress swaying with the morning breeze. Her hands rested on her swollen belly—seven months pregnant with their first child. She glowed, not just from motherho

The rain that had once symbolized chaos had now become a gentle balm upon the city. As if Heaven itself were weeping tears of joy, the soft patter kissed the stained-glass windows of a newly refurbished sanctuary in the heart of the city—the headquarters of the global ministry Arthur and Isabella had founded. "The House of Restoration," as they called it, stood as a towering testimony to what God could build out of ashes. Inside the sanctuary, Arthur stood alone beneath the soft glow of overhead lights, his hands clasped behind his back. He surveyed the altar—once a place of silent battles and desperate prayers, now a radiant beacon. Golden lilies adorned the pulpit, their fragrance mingling with an air of reverence. His thoughts wandered back to that first sermon, the trembling fear in his voice, the uncertainty that clung to him like a second skin. But now, he spoke with fire. With grace. With love forged through testing.