Miraculous Ladybug The Pharaoh Mga Nobela at Kwento

The reason for the coat vanished, leaving only the image of the monster wearing my face in the dark. "It's the Phantom," Leo growled, his golden flecks flaring with a lethal, ancient suspicion. "She's mimicking the Mother frequency. She's telling them the King's Mercy is a lie." On the screen, the Phantom knelt in the muck. She pulled a small boy—Sarah’s son, Toby—into a hug. The child buried his face in her red silk, his small shoulders shaking with a sob of relief. To the refugees, she wasn't an anomaly. She was the ‘Aria of the Rain,’ the version of me that hadn't turned to stone, the one who still had a heartbeat they could trust.