Novel & Cerita Lapis Lazuli Mirror Steven Universe

Chapter 173: The Laboratory of Broken Mirrors The transition from Tier Two to the deeper sectors was a descent into an alchemical tomb. The air here was dry, cold, and heavy with the scent of old paper and calcified bone. This was Malakor’s private sanctuary—the Laboratory of Mirrors. The walls were lined with thousands of small, polished obsidian fragments, arranged in intricate, geometric patterns designed to reflect and amplify the light of the mountain core throughout the mountain complex. As Natalia’s group burst into the long gallery, their torches caught the mirrors, creating a disorienting, endless hall of flickering orange and violet reflections. Every step they took was multiplied

He disappeared into the adjoining room, the beaded curtain rustling behind him. My thoughts went to Zevarion. I had already made my choice, I would stay by his side, no matter what, but I needed to know. I had to know what he truly was. The man returned moments later, cradling a black mirror with edges that shimmered faintly like the surface of still water under moonlight. “This is an obsidian mirror,” he explained. “Drop your blood onto it, or into water mixed with silver dust. When a demon looks into it, their true form will be revealed.”

“There’s no more waiting.” Tristan gripped his knife tighter. “Then I’m right behind you.” Together, they stepped through. --- What lay beyond the gate wasn’t a ruin. It was a wound. A hollow basin carved into the mountain like something had clawed it out from beneath the world. The rocks were scorched in a perfect circle. In the center—a monolith. No temple. No tomb. Just a single slab of black mirror, upright, humming faintly. The Mirror of Return. Yvette approached slowly.

I ask again, louder this time. No answer. My throat tightens. The mirrors look normal from where I stand. Nothing more than light, shadow, and endless reflection. But the air buzzes, thick with grief. I take a slow step forward, drawn to the last mirror despite myself. The mirror before me ripples. My reflection blurs. For a moment, it looks like someone else entirely, a figure with silver eyes and a cruel smile. Then the surface clears, and the image changes. Riven.

I muttered, more to myself than to her. But that wasn’t what I had meant to talk about. “Helena,” I said, tone shifting. “Do you think... my abnormalities—my lack of connection with Stephen—could have anything to do with the Blood Mirror?” Helena’s spoon paused in mid-air. “The Blood Mirror?” she echoed slowly. “Where did you hear that name?” “I was reading through some of the restricted tomes in the library,” I admitted. “One of them described it—an artifact made of red crystal, veined like old wounds. It jogged a memory. I think I touched something like it when I was a child.”

It looked like a bruise on the sky, pulsing with a rhythmic light that made the hair on my arms stand up. "It’s a Tear," Maya said, appearing at my side. She was clutching her chest, her eyes wide with a reflected purple light. "It’s crying, Mama. The sky is crying again." "The mirrors," I whispered, realization dawning on me. "The 'Solstice' mirrors are still in orbit. We broke their alignment, but we didn't deactivate their power source. They’re still drawing energy from the sun, but without the Director to guide the beam, it’s just... bleeding into the atmosphere."

I turn to look at them and it turns out that Steven has gone to take his sister. “What do you mean?” I ask in confusion. “All our mirrors are shattered,” Steven answers me. I look at Harris and he is patting my hand as a giving up signal. “You didn’t do it?” I ask him. “Why would I?” He says while he’s trying to save his breath. He’s coughing hard, too. “Woah, I didn’t know that you can be that strong, Amy,” I hear Steven tell me. “This is no time to be sarcastic Steven,” I burst out. I can’t believe that this is happening. Who could be the one who will purposely trap us here?

The lift ascended in a terrifying, pressurized silence, the only sound the low-frequency hum of the anti-gravity stabilizers. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and the heavy, electric charge of two identical storms. Alexander stood at the rear of the cabin, his cerulean blade humming. Facing him was the Mirror, a Black-Sun Unit crafted from high-density liquid metal, its face an exact, silver-plated replica of his own.

“The Kami Mirror. Or the God's Mirror. It is a mirror encrusted in rare metal.“ “It was made from ancient stone believed to be a fallen asteroid.” “Material that is thousands of years old and exposed to the elements of nature. This endowed the stone with deep ‘yang’ energy.” “It will be useful,” I said. “Besides being a repellant, it also has the ability to hold the spirit in space and control its movement.” “That will be useful. I will take it.” I snapped up the mirror, which was octagon-shaped and sat in my palm nicely. The mirror was nicely convex and the surface pristine. There was a rim of blue that could be viewed from a certain angle.

"Forget about it. Just bring us out of here." Steve waved his hands when he saw that Veronica was sporting a troubled face, looking like her dilemma was if she should sing for the group or not. Since everyone in the group could no longer cast a single spell due to mana depletion, Veronica handed each of them something that seemed like a pearl. It has a color of amethyst and it was relatively smaller in size, looking only as big as a fingernail. "That is a merpire's tear. It can help you breathe underwater for a limited period of time. As long as you swallow one it should last you enough to reach the underwater mirror gate."