Novel & Cerita The Heavenly Table

Matthew sat down beside her on the grass. It was currently nighttime, and the garden was illuminated by the soft glowing outdoor lights, making it look like it came right out of a serene painting. The sky was beautiful, with a spray of stars across the dark expanse and the clouds drifting lazily across the bright crescent moon. He could feel Allison tensing beside him, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she continued to stare at the flowers as though they were the most fascinating thing in the world.

So safe and so friendly. Dr. Kole? Sky blinks his eyes twice, thrice, again and again, but he is seeing the same person. Dr. Kole is the exact replica of Kai. What is this again? Is heaven so angry with him that they twist his fate and made the person he first asks for help looks the same as his husband? Is his suffering not enough? Are five years not enough for gods to pity him? to at least let him have just a little glimmer of hope?

Severin sighed. "It's rather unfortunate that the mark is incomplete." According to the information provided by the heavenly heart imprint, it was able to confer control over the entire Bleu Celestial Realm once it was whole again. The object was once a supreme heavenly treasure in ancient times, but when the heaven shattered, it fragmented into three pieces along with the Bleu Celestial Realm. Despite its incomplete state, Severin still stood to benefit from integrating the heavenly heart imprint into him.

She listened attentively, interweaving her own tales of perseverance and resilience amidst the challenges she had faced. The mention of Isaac's name caught me off guard, my astonishment evident in my widened eyes. Grace's smile turned bittersweet, a mixture of gratitude and sorrow dancing upon her lips. She proceeded to recount how Isaac had come to her aid when she found herself in a dire situation, a selfless act that had changed the course of her life. "He saved me from those who sought to harm me," Grace confided, her voice tinged with a mixture of reverence and vulnerability. "And he not only saved me, but he also gave me a chance to rebuild my life here at the diner."

“It would be best if we check it out, Big Brother. Haku, activate your Heavenly Eyes to track the whereabouts of that thing!” Haku nodded, it didn't take long, his Heavenly Eyes power had found the location of something that caused his eyes to alarm.

Chapter 9 Third POV Helios stood on the balcony of his celestial palace, surveying the splendor of his divine realm. His home, crafted from the purest light and imbued with the essence of the cosmos, shimmered with an ethereal glow. The palace's walls were adorned with constellations, each star meticulously placed to tell the stories of the universe. Columns of opalescent marble stretched towards the sky, supporting grand archways that framed the view of distant galaxies and nebulae.

He included himself and there he was, seeing first hand how miracles happened in the light. He watched as Albert, the King, prepared the Mark and waking up one of the Celestials that kept the Phoenix from her cage. Such Celestial was too powerful that it could stop a Deity to destroy all of reality. Then, everyone was bowing, he would like to laugh very hard for they bowing at a small carved wooden animal which Albert placed at the head of the Table Map. But his laughter was stopped as he watched as the animal grew wings and the carved body of the beautiful feathers turned into a lady standing at the very center of the table.

What kind of person could possibly live up to all this hype? "No more words," Morgan said. "The time has come. The High Marshal has already entered Heaven on Earth." Heaven on Earth was a palace located behind the Skyward Sanctum. In a few moments, Gideon would walk out from Heaven on Earth, following the ornate, dragon-carved pathway and stepping onto the Skyward Sanctum's altar to stand before the entire nation as a newly crowned star. The plaza erupted in energy. Countless eyes locked onto Heaven on Earth, waiting breathlessly.

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ELSIE: I dragged my feet inside. The stranger had been laid on the table at the centre of the living room. That table had a history—sacred history. It was the only piece of furniture that hadn’t been replaced in years. It was life. It was resurrection. On that very table, my Mama had once died and was brought back to life…by me. Don’t be shocked. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I was powerful. For now, all you need to know is that...that table is an altar. Special. Untouchable.