Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1134

Fini instinctively hid behind Jenkins as Miss Broniaons fixed her pale, milky eyes on them. But it wasn't the girl the diviner wanted to address; her words were for Jenkins.

"Since my return from death, my divinatory powers have evolved tremendously," she explained. "While I still cannot fully comprehend the nature of the fate you wield, I can faintly perceive a thread connecting you to those around you. It is not yet whole, however."

"Where is it broken?"

At first, Jenkins didn't fully grasp her meaning, but then he recalled the strange world he had once witnessed, a world woven with the threads of fate. His own ability, The Unknown Path, also manifested as a line.

"You and the child beside you share an extraordinary bond," she continued. "The connection is so profound that it transcends even the ties between father and daughter, or lovers. Perhaps that will give you a clue..."

The demigod diviner gave a final nod to her student, Audrey, then opened the window and soared into the sky, heading west toward the angel.

Jenkins had worried that the mortals of Nolan would be powerless against an angel, but the sight of Miss Broniaons, returned from the brink of death, filled him with a surge of confidence.

He stared, mesmerized by the unfolding battle in the heavens for a moment, before summoning the motes of light that represented his abilities and activating The Unknown Path. A purple thread instantly shot forth, stretching into the distance. Fate was guiding him once more.

"Fini, you stay here. Miss Audrey, could you please look after her for me?"

"Of course, I'll take care of her. You be careful too."

Miss Audrey replied in a soft voice, then walked to Jenkins's side and, to his surprise, embraced him.

The gesture felt a little awkward, but Jenkins understood. Miss Audrey was likely thanking him for using the feather to resurrect Miss Broniaons.

After a few brief words, he left the room and ventured out into the driving rain. The cat naturally followed, unwilling to be separated from him.

The sky grew ever darker. It was only five in the evening, but Nolan was plunged into a gloom that felt like the dead of night. Lying low on the back of his unicorn, Jenkins made his way toward Louise's alley. The main streets were utterly deserted.

The one benefit of the downpour was that the battle raging in the heavens would likely go unnoticed by mortals. Otherwise, even with a perfect resolution, the Church would have a difficult time explaining the day's events.

He landed where the entrance to the alley was supposed to be. The purple thread guided him to touch a gray spot on the adjacent wall. The instant his fingers brushed against the stone, slick with rainwater, a powerful force repelled him, nearly sending him stumbling backward into a large puddle.

As he touched the wall and recoiled, it began to crack open. The entrance to the alley seemed to squeeze its way out of the solid stone, and in less than half a minute, the hidden passage stood fully revealed before him.

Jenkins's eyes immediately fell upon the gruesome corpses submerged in the rainwater.

It seemed Miss Broniaons had been right. Every living soul in the alley had been slaughtered by Diwo, the Pirate King known as the Thief.

Diwo hadn't fled. Jenkins looked up and saw him resting on the second floor of the third house on the left.

On reflection, hiding here instead of fleeing was a surprisingly shrewd move. Nolan was in chaos, battered by the storm and the battle overhead. Even if the Church noticed something was wrong with this alley, they were too preoccupied to investigate. Hiding here was likely Diwo's plan to wait out the avenging angel's rampage across the city.

He sighed, letting the rain soak him to the bone. He remained where he was, just outside the alley's entrance, and drew his sword.

Rage ignited the spirit within him. The turbulent energy surged into his arms as he raised his sword high overhead, its blade emitting a brilliant white light that cut through the rain. Fınd the newest release on novｅlfire.net

As the dazzling arc of light descended, the entire alley was cleaved in two. Beneath the blade's path, Diwo's spiritual aura flickered and died.

Letting out a slow breath, Jenkins lowered his sword and waded into the alley. He moved nimbly over the rubble and climbed the half-collapsed building. Pouring out a handful of wet bone powder, he summoned a skeleton that stood ten feet tall and commanded it to brutally clear the wreckage. Beneath the mess of bricks, tiles, and splintered furniture, he found Diwo.

He was dead, half his body pulped and fused with the bedframe beneath him, though the rain quickly washed the gore away. In his intact right hand, he clutched a silver crucifix entwined with a serpent. It must have been a life-saving artifact, but Jenkins had killed him before he'd had a chance to use it.

He nudged the mangled corpse with his boot, wiped the rain from his face, and turned toward Louise's home. After a brief hesitation, he pushed the door open. The sight that greeted him was a family, slumped neatly over the table in the main room, all of them completely still.

Louise's home was small, and the table doubled as their dining table. From the settings, it looked as if the family had simply fallen asleep in the middle of their meal. But Jenkins knew they would never wake up.

He examined the body of the man of the house. There were no obvious wounds, but the corpse had aged horribly. The middle-aged man looked a decade older than the last time Jenkins had seen him. His vitality had been violently siphoned away, though Jenkins couldn't guess what method Diwo had employed.

Jenkins pressed his lips into a thin line and turned to the small form at the side of the table—the little girl's body. He reached out and gently turned her over, revealing Louise's pale face and tightly shut eyes.

Her lifeless hair clung to her cheeks. Her eyes were closed, never to open again.

Jenkins felt a sharp pang in his chest, and he took an involuntary step back from Louise's body. Though he had already learned of this from Fini's premonition, seeing it with his own eyes stirred an unbearable mix of anger and sorrow within him.

He took several deep breaths to rein in his roiling emotions. Turning, he pulled a chair from against the wall and sat down beside the corpses.

The cat, which had been sheltering from the rain inside his coat, emerged from his pocket. It glanced curiously at the girl's body, then let out a soft meow, as if to comfort him. Jenkins stroked its damp little head, signaling that he was alright.

The threads of fate guided Jenkins's hand as he drew the All-Seeing Card - Angel. The stiff card emanated a pure white light in the unlit room. Next, he retrieved the item he had brought specifically to deal with the angel: the metal cube that sealed a sliver of divinity.