Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1133

An unending barrage of thunderclaps erupted across the rainy sky, like a volley of festival fireworks. Even the dueling angels were forced to swerve and dodge the relentless, extraordinary lightning.

In the diviner's parlor, following Fini's simple, heartfelt declaration, Jenkins finally became aware of the golden light coalescing around him. He sensed, on a primal level, that something new had taken form within his soul:

"Hm? A divine domain?"

He had the distinct impression, yet when he tried to focus on it, to truly grasp its nature, the sensation remained elusive.

A strange sound from behind them snapped them out of their conversation. They turned toward the sofa to find, to their astonishment, that Miss Audrey had fainted from overwhelming grief. When Jenkins and Fini frantically roused her, they realized the woman had no memory of the last several seconds.

Of course, that hardly mattered. It was understandable for anything to happen to someone in the throes of extreme grief. Outside, the projection of a Righteous God's angel and a heretical angel were locked in a furious battle above the clouds, a fact evidenced by the howling wind, black rain, and violent thunder. Meanwhile, the second angel was on the verge of breaking its bonds. The resurrection of Miss Brolignans had to proceed without delay.

"Jenkins, I'll ask you one last time. Do you truly understand the price you're about to pay?"

Even though it was her own teacher they were trying to save, Miss Audrey still felt compelled to ask again. After all, the Angel's Resurrection Feather was the only known means by which a mortal could perform a perfect resurrection.

"I know full well what this is."

Ignoring the storm raging outside, Jenkins centered himself, holding the feather aloft to feel the power within. As his mind connected with the white plume, all sound in the world seemed to vanish. There was only Jenkins, the feather, and the body of Miss Brolignans.

He followed the feather's guidance, infusing it with a trace of his own spirit. The feather floated up on its own, hovering over Miss Brolignans's body. Pure white motes of light began to seep from the plume like raindrops, drifting down onto the corpse below.

Jenkins couldn't begin to fathom the principles by which the feather resurrected a mortal, but his ignorance didn't impede its function. A soft white light emanated from the body. As the feather grew translucent, life began to seep, little by little, back into the dead flesh. By the time the sounds of wind and rain rushed back into his ears, the white plume in his hand had vanished completely.

The woman on the sofa let out a languid sigh, like someone waking from a deep dream, or a weary traveler finally returning home after a long journey.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling upon the three people watching her with concern. Then, she raised a hand, studying its back.

Finally, she looked at Jenkins again, her eyes still filled with the same lucidity and profound understanding she'd possessed in the moment of her death.

The diviner murmured with a sigh of revelation. She sat up with her student's support and gazed out the window at the apocalyptic scene.

Having been pulled back from death, Miss Brolignans seemed changed. Though it was undeniably her soul and her body was unaltered, the woman now possessed an ineffable quality she hadn't had before.

It was a quality reminiscent of the ethereal, otherworldly aura that diviners only exude while performing a divination. Yet now, Miss Brolignans seemed to radiate it constantly.

"So, what did she learn right before she died? Or did death itself grant her a new revelation?"

Jenkins didn't understand, but it didn't matter. The woman sat up, quickly adjusting to the reality of being alive again. She stared out at the sky, lost in thought, and the others in the parlor remained silent.

After a long moment, she turned back to look at Jenkins. The woman's eyes were now solid white orbs:

"Thank you for awakening me from eternal death, Jenkins. I apologize for my previous recklessness and disrespect."

Her voice was still raspy, yet strangely melodious.

Jenkins shook his head.

"I believe I understand now," she began. "Some things cannot be obtained simply by wanting them, and fate is not a machine that mortals can easily manipulate. After this affair is settled, I believe I will leave Nolan..."

At these words, a complex expression crossed Miss Audrey's face, but she said nothing.

"I sought to involve myself in the grand procession of fate, believing I could see its currents clearly. In the end, all that awaited me was a tragic demise. I understand now, Jenkins. You and Audrey were right..." Dıscover more novels at NoveI[F]ire.net

She then turned her gaze to Fini. Although she had no way of knowing what had happened to Louise, she spoke nonetheless:

"Young lady, I am truly sorry for this. Had I not met my end, the one to be resurrected would have been your friend."

"So, Louise is... now...?"

Fini mustered her courage and asked, still holding on to a sliver of hope.

"I just 'saw' it," Brolignans said, her voice gentle. "She and everyone else in that alley were killed at the hands of Diwo, the Pirate King known as the Thief. He went there seeking a cure for the plague afflicting him... I am so sorry..."

The next moment, a streak of black lightning split the sky. Everyone in the room simultaneously heard a sound like shattering glass from outside, though it had nothing to do with the two angels battling above. In the western part of the city, spatial fractures webbed across the sky. Then, from within those rifts, the western angel—the one representing the 'element of air'—unfurled its metallic black wings and descended upon the mortal world.

Mortals who had been lying in wait immediately rushed to engage it, but the concussive waves of energy from the beat of its wings forced them back, preventing them from getting close.

Miss Brolignans said, and both Jenkins and Miss Audrey knew what she meant.

"Jenkins," she said, turning back to him. "That girl's death is not necessarily irreversible. You also wield the power of destiny. Why not make an attempt?"

"I've already tried, but it was no use."

Jenkins assumed she was referring to the power of The Unknown Path.

"I still lack a crucial 'beacon of destiny,'" he added.

"A beacon of destiny..."

Miss Brolignans murmured, her all-white eyes eventually coming to rest on Fini, who stood beside Jenkins.