Novel & Cerita Miraculous Revelator

CHAPTER 137 Few hours later "You're not going to like this," Kairis said quietly, flipping through a thick silver-edged tome. Her fingers trembled slightly. Lucian, leaning against the far wall with arms crossed, raised a brow. "Try us." The air stank of sweat, ash, and broken magic. Dorian stood sharpening his blade beside a flickering wardlight, and Elias sat quietly, his golden eyes dull from the battle hours ago. Kairis looked up. “There’s something called the Archmirror. It’s... not just a relic. It shows you the one who betrayed you. And yourself. Who you really are. Not what you think. What you are.”

“You may not have a choice.” Silence fell like ash. Then the seer reached beneath his cloak and pulled out a stone pendant. He held it toward her. “This was your mother’s.” Mira hesitated. Then took it. It burned in her palm. Not with heat, but with memory. “She loved you,” the seer said softly. “But she feared you, too.” Mira closed her eyes. “I still don’t know what I am,” she whispered. “You are the storm between worlds.” Suddenly, his head snapped up.

"You are the Miracle Doctor. You are Lyra St. James. You are Thalassa Miravel. You are all of them and you are about to change everything." The reflection did not answer, but the eyes behind the mask looked a little less sad than they had this morning. That was something…right?

Not from fear. But from a memory. A soft one. Faint. Killian’s arms around her. A kiss pressed against her forehead. The smell of the sea. Her laughter. It flickered in her mind like a dying candle flame. She rushed to the bathroom mirror and stared at her reflection. “I know you,” she whispered. “Don’t I?” The reflection smiled back, but it wasn’t her smile. It was Isolde’s. The mirror cracked. Killian, desperate to protect Ivy, reached out to an old ally—Mira, a spirit weaver known for her uncanny ability to trace curses and spiritual bindings. Mira arrived cloaked in salt and moonlit ash.

My voice was calm, as though I was speaking to an old acquaintance. Josephine stood there, suddenly unable to find the words. She had so much she wanted to say. I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please come back. But now that she was standing in front of me, every word lodged in her throat. Because I looked well and happy. Happy enough that she couldn't bear to disturb it. "I… I was passing through." For a moment, I just looked at her. Then I smiled. It was a small smile, like ripples spreading across a lake before disappearing into stillness once more.

"I think he's the one fooling around, and now, he wants an excuse for divorce." The soldier leading the way coldly pushed aside the person blocking him and walked toward the only woman in the room. "You're Maya Palin, wife of Eric Palin, correct? We received a report that you and Randy Long are involved in the interference of a military marriage. The evidence is conclusive. You'll need to come with us now."

The scroll in Austin's hands had moved, the ink rearranging itself into new words that had not been there moments before. 'The current cycle shows unprecedented instability. The revenant designated Lumira Duskbane demonstrates resistance to erasure. Recommend immediate termination of narrative thread. Signed, the Creator God.' The parchment crumbled in Austin's fingers, turning to dust that joined the bone fragment ash already coating my skin. "The Creator God knows where we are," I said. Riven's sword cleared its sheath with a sound like a held breath being released. "Then we move."

My mouth was dry from dehydration and exhaustion, and I couldn’t answer immediately, as I opened my mouth to speak but no words came. “I believe the Queen is speaking to you.” The gamma dropped me from his hold as my knees instantly gave way causing me to stumble. I lifted my head to meet Marcelline’s gaze, “I… didn’t do it.” “You still don’t want to admit to your crimes, you leave me with no other choice.” “Zyra Moore by the power bestowed upon me by the moon goddess. I banish you from the Riverrun pack. You are not to come close to the pack or its members henceforth.”

Dianne asked as she saw the frozen statue. “Yes. The Mage of Revelation, Jakar.” Tristan replied. “And he is called like that because he can reveal anything?” “He is an oracle mage who can see and who knows everything.” The three walked up the staircases towards the statue. They noticed a rectangular stone tablet attached on the ground in front of the statue. The tablet has a carved form in its surface. “Is this some sort of like a key hole?” Robert said. “It looks like…” Dianne gasped, “The scale!” She took the blue scale and aligned it on the carving. It fitted perfectly as she placed it on.

Death would be too kind if he or my son found out who I have gone to see. In the sand caves that I had once worshipped in, I find my forbidden visitor. Mirabella, The Prophet of Selene. My High Priestess. "Sister," She says with reservation, and eyes me with caution. "Sister," I hold back my sigh of relief, "I'm glad you arrived safely."