Novel & Cerita Miraculous Reveal

wrongness. "There," she whispered. "It's not on the beach. The true Darius—he's not even fighting." The realization hit them simultaneously. While everyone fought the duplicates, the real threat was elsewhere, drawing power from their distraction. Miranda began gathering specific artifacts—a crystal that seemed to pulse with moonlight, a dagger with runes etched along its blade, a small vial of what looked like liquid darkness. "We'll need these," she said. "Weapons that exist between states, just like a Mystic."

Mira said softly, almost pityingly in her tone. Luna shot her an annoyed look. “What did you do to her? Where is everyone else?” "They're here... somewhere," said Mira, more cryptically than ever, waving a hand at the swirling fog. "The Veil separates what is real from what is fake. At times, it requires truth to stand alone." "I don't trust you," Luna said sharply, her hands curling into fists. Mira smiled. "You don't have to, but trust me on this: the relic is gone, and with it, your connection to the moon's power. Without it, you're vulnerable."

I asked. She smirked before taking a tiny bottle out of her dress sleeve, she held it in her hand smiling at the bottle while I watched her. "Here it is," She said raising it in her hand for me. "The revealer of all truth," I stared at her before facing Alpha Fenrir who was smiling. He walked to the priestess standing beside him before facing me. "This is what can show you the truth you have been looking for," He said while I stared at them blankly.

Chapter 2️⃣4️⃣ ❤️ Myrrak's Jealousy ❤️ She went back to the wardrobe and reached into the same hidden place where she had gotten the dark orb pendant. This time, her fingers touched something cold and smooth. She pulled it out carefully. It was a small hand mirror, round and old, with tiny gold around the silver frame. She wiped off the dust with the edge of her dress, gave it one last clean swipe with her palm, then cleared her throat quietly.

Light and shadow burst around them, swirling in spirals—crimson-gold and deep violet, neither color fully settling, like dusk and dawn fighting to take hold. It wasn’t a blinding flash, but a soft wash of luminescence, like someone had peeled back the edges of reality just a little. Mira’s eyes lit up. Lira’s voice spoke inside her head, clear and soft. “Now, let's do this.” Power rippled outward. Where Mira stood, the soil bloomed with life—flowers of obsidian and light. The vines returned, but now they gleamed faintly, curling in patterns too intricate to be random.

The way he always stood between her and the world, even when she didn’t ask him to. Anchor yourself, her mother’s voice echoed from memory. Not in fate. In choice. Mira blinked and stepped back from the edge. The energy inside her recoiled, still burning, but caged… for now. “I’m still here,” she whispered. L-22’s expression shifted, almost disappointment. “Pity. I had hoped to study what full awakening looked like.” Then she raised a hand. The Circle’s signal fired through the air. Behind Mira, Seventeen screamed, his eyes flaring gold-red as his body arched, caught in a remote activation surge.

He had unleashed his true power! Usually, Butler Fin kept himself restrained. For his power was so strong that with it unleashed, everyone’s secrets, important or unimportant, would be seen by his eyes. For they saw through everything! Mimir had Eyes of Wisdom, and Butler Fin had Eyes of Revelation! If he had been using his eyes to scrutinize the formation, it wouldn’t have even taken them a minute to find its weakness. But he didn’t, out of respect for Indra – and one other reason that will not be stated yet. For he didn’t want to gaze into the young god’s life and see what the latter meant to keep hidden. But now he didn’t care.

If someone knows any way to reverse Elijah’s gift, it’s only a secret keeper who knows the secrets of the whole world, supernatural or not. Miracle’s eyes watch me closely, trying to find the catch in this situation. Of course, a creature like a secret keeper won’t tell us anything without a price. It’s a dangerous situation and that was why I was reluctant to tell her about this. I don’t want her to get ready to sacrifice herself or anything else for the greater good this time. “ You are still hiding something. ” Miracle concludes as she observes me.

She raised a hand—and three of her mirror copies lunged forward. Carl intercepted one, blade humming. Ophelia ducked the second, slamming her palm against its head and activating her memory disruptor. Tobias scrambled for cover, launching a neuro-blast that flickered through the air like lightning. But Mira didn’t move. She just watched. And smiled. “You’re not ready for what’s coming,” she said. “None of you are.” Then her body turned to light—and vanished. The remaining mirror copies fell to the ground like broken puppets.

He found her in the chapel, surrounded by glowing shards, her hands pressed against the mirror’s cracked surface. “Mira, stop!” She turned, eyes glimmering with light—not human light. “It’s the only way.” He reached for her. “Please—don’t.” She smiled faintly. “You told me once to stop making promises. So this time, I’ll make a choice.” And before he could move, she whispered one word: “Release.” Light burst from her chest—blinding, pure—and every shard in the room shattered into dust. When the glow faded, she was gone.