Novel & Cerita Lucio The Arcana

Aria sat across from Maria with the vial now placed between them on the table like a loaded gun. “You disappeared for months,” Aria said. “No contact. No orders. You missed the Crimson Circle induction. You missed Zara’s funeral.” Maria’s voice cracked. “I didn’t miss her funeral. I delivered her killer to a jungle pit and lit the fire myself.” Silence. Then she slid a second object across the table — a thumb drive. “Encrypted proof,” she said. “Greco is feeding Luciana. But it goes deeper. He’s not working alone. There’s a handler. Vatican-born. Probably Umbra-adjacent. You’ll want the name.”

His hatred already consumed him as he was grieving from his shattered life. "I am Lucido." Luci shouted with rage, and fired his power to the Sage. It was already too late, he was already consumed by his own anger. He attacked the Sage and went to a rampage. He was no longer a human. He's already corrupted, a demon in a form of human. Merlin felt sadness as he was already to late to save this pitiful child. He had no other choice but to stop him, even if he needs to kill him. "Agni Spirit of the blazing fire, heed my command. Appear in my front, and destroy my enemy with your hands."

Needless to say, what happened between them also drew the attention of the young arcane practitioners. Lucinda's eyebrows were furrowed as she spoke, "Aria, you can't put two and two together. The evil being might've possessed someone else instead of him, but that doesn't mean he's clean. What on earth are you trying to achieve by getting this intimate with him?" She had always had zero tolerance for how the dejected sect handled matters. It was bad enough that every single arcane practitioner there wasn't serious about their arcane, but they also kept doing things that brought shame.

To be fully protected by The Arc, the room must be fully enclosed. The Arc is common in Elenio and can be obtained easily. The government produces The Arc through one of the Archturian divisions and distributes it throughout Elenio. The Arc has almost the same energy as the sun, which prevents Draconians from entering the places that The Arc has given them. So there’s no way this place doesn’t have The Arc due to the difficulty of getting one. Unless they purposely didn’t install it because they wanted to die. “Tonight we will prove it.”

All summoned by Kaelion’s call. Aria stood beside him, her mark still fresh, her body still humming from the ritual. Luna sat quietly behind them, her eyes half-lidded, glowing with a light that belonged to no single species. “She’s the echo,” one elder whispered. “She’s the flame,” said another. “She’s the threat,” murmured a third. Kaelion’s voice cut through the tension. “She’s the future.” Lucien stepped forward. His mark pulsed with frost and fire—a fractured mirror of Kaelion’s. He wore no crown, but his presence was regal. Commanding. Dangerous.

Something afraid. "You found them," Lyra says quietly. "The bloodline records." "I was just looking," Lucian starts. "I wanted to understand what happened during the meditation." Lyra sets the candle down. Moves closer, studying the scrolls Lucian pulled. She picks up the journal, reading the notes about him. "Does Araya know you're down here?" Lyra's voice stays carefully neutral. "No. I found this place on my own." Lucian swallows hard. "Lyra, what am I? The scrolls say shadow-born, Lycan blood, mark of the heir. What does it all mean?"

“She didn’t just want power. She wanted to erase what you are, Arielle.” “What I am,” I breathed, “is the one they failed to burn.” A long silence followed. Then Fenton stepped forward, pressing something into Lucian’s hands. A parchment. Fragile with age. “Found this hidden in the royal library,” he said. “Tucked in the binding of your father’s war journal.” Lucian’s hands trembled slightly as he opened it. His eyes scanned the faded text—then froze. “What is it?” I asked. His voice was hollow when he answered. “It’s a map. Of the palace. But this chamber—” He pointed to a carved circle. “It wasn’t part of the main records. It’s a sanctum. Under the throne.”

Lucian growled quietly, prepared to strike at anything that approached her. “Reveal yourself!” Aria commanded, her voice shaking yet firm. The torches in the temple ignited—blazing red. Energy surged throughout the space, racing toward the center of the temple where the fractured altar stood. Aria stepped closer, urged by an inexplicable force. Lucian stayed beside her, never releasing her hand. The shadows gathered above the altar, intertwining until they coalesced into the form of a figure—tall, cloaked, with eyes glowing that same haunting violet she’d seen in her vision.

"She came alone. For now" Inside, Damien approached the altar. Lucia stood at its steps, cloaked in black, a shadow-made flesh. The drive sat in a silver case on the altar beside her, taunting. "You came," she said, voice smooth. "How poetic". "You have thirty seconds to explain what the hell you want”, Lucia tilted her head. "Immunity, and Answers”, "Immunity for what?" She smiled faintly. "For who I am”, Damien stepped forward. "You’re a blackmailer. A traitor. A liar”,