Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 912

Beneath the giant tree, Jenkins drew a deep breath, feeling his entire body unwind. In the instant the life spirit burst forth, it was as if every worry had dissolved. For a fleeting moment, he experienced the illusion of becoming one with the world.

But that was all it was—an illusion. When clarity returned, the forest was still the same forest, the two moons still hung in the sky, and the pool of water was unchanged.

The only thing that had changed was the hollow in the great tree's trunk, which had reappeared to reveal the sword embedded within. As if on cue, the starlight converged upon the blade. In the stark, cold light, the white, bone-like sword gleamed with an icy radiance.

Intricate patterns snaked along the length of the blade like vines, interwoven with minuscule death sigils, making the sword blindingly brilliant in the night rain.

The original sense of evil had vanished without a trace. Bathed in the moonlight, the sword embedded in the hollow of the tree could now be called a sacred blade.

In Jenkins's eyes, what shone even brighter was its white spiritual aura, which flickered like a flame. He had never seen such a powerful white aura on any Bestowal. While it was a far cry from the original Skull Sword, it was still a formidable weapon.

It was no exaggeration to say the aura was a blazing ball of pure white fire, and it set Jenkins's own heart ablaze.

Without a moment's hesitation, he stepped forward and grasped the sword. As his arm passed through the hollow, a surge of wild energy nearly shredded his sleeve. Yet the power left Jenkins unharmed, allowing him to draw the blade free.

He narrowed his eyes, studying the blade, then raised it high toward the starry sky. The burst of life spirit in the forest reached its zenith at that very moment, and the stars above erupted in a dazzling display.

The cat on his shoulder was grinning, for the pages of destiny had begun to slowly turn. The prophecy on the final page of the Millstone of Fate had come to pass, and the great gear of destiny had clicked forward one more notch.

Regardless, Jenkins had managed to cause another major stir. When he'd raised the sword, his mind had been a chaotic blur; he hardly knew what he was doing. And, of course, he hadn't heard the unified whisper. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel⚑fire.net

But the night wind shocked him back to his senses. He spun around and sprinted back to the cabin with his cat. Using Psychography, he repaired his clothes while magically drying the cat and his soaked boots. Once he was certain he'd left no footprints and carried no lingering forest dampness, he waved a hand to extinguish the bedside candle and dove under the covers, feigning sleep.

He dove under the covers, only to pop back out and pull the cat in with him. He meticulously checked its tiny paws, making sure every speck of mud was gone, before finally setting it down by his pillow.

Chocolate, ever discerning, settled by the pillow and mimicked his master, feigning sleep. Jenkins, the writer, was boredly counting in his head—all the way to 5,931—when the cabin door was thrust open by a woman in a hurry.

A pair of human ears and a pair of cat ears twitched in unison. From the sound of the footsteps, it had to be Bevanna.

"Gods... who is it? It's the middle of the..."

He snatched up the lady's pocket watch on the nightstand, squinting at its face in the moonlight spilling through the open door.

"It's four in the morning."

He let two seconds pass before speaking, his voice thick with feigned exhaustion as he started to sit up. But upon seeing a woman in the doorway, he ducked back under the covers with a show of embarrassment. The cat seized the opportunity to vanish into the folds of the blankets.

"Good evening, Miss Bevanna."

"Good evening, Jenkins."

The woman remained in the doorway, letting a draft of cold air sweep into the room. It was only early spring, and the night wind still cut to the bone.

"Hm? I'm fine. I already told Papa Oliver I'm doing quite well! Have you finished your work for the night? I didn't think we'd see each other until daylight."

"The undead in the city have been mostly dealt with. There are just a few skeletons of large marine creatures near the coast that are proving difficult to clear away... As long as you're unharmed, that's what matters."

Jenkins nodded again, then fished the cat out from under the blankets and set it back on the pillow.

"So, has something happened? Your footsteps sounded urgent... Has the Skull Sword reappeared? Did Pomphey come back to life? Or has Duke Antak's location been discovered? Gods, and I'd only just drifted off..."

"No, none of that. It's just... there was a change in the stars, and the forest itself seems different. But that's not our concern... A moment ago, there was an astonishing burst of life spirit that healed nearly every living person. It must have been a miracle."

She paused for a moment. "I'm just glad you're safe. Good night, Jenkins."

"Good night, Miss Bevanna."

Jenkins couldn't get back to sleep. He knew he hadn't gotten nearly enough rest, but he was wide awake. When he'd first woken and seen Papa Oliver, he'd felt a surge of vitality. But after taking hold of that sword... he was so wired he felt like he could explode on the spot.

He lay awake, staring at the ceiling from 4:17 until six o'clock on the dot, when he finally rose to get dressed. He could hear Chocolate's steady breathing beside him the entire time, but the cat still woke promptly at six. It was, after all, breakfast time in the Williams household.

When he pushed open the cabin door, the clearing outside was already bustling with activity. The effects of the "Good Night, My Child" spell had worn off, and the clergy who had fallen unconscious were gradually coming to.

There were probably over two hundred people staying in the forest, but most of them still hadn't pieced together what had just transpired.

The rain had stopped. Overnight, it was as if the Evergreen Forest had aged a hundred years. Towering, ancient trees now stood everywhere, and the undergrowth had exploded into a thicket of weeds that reached nearly to his waist.

The small paths that had been cleared were once again swallowed by the dense woods. People were now trying to clear away the new, obstructive trees and vines around the cabins so they could move about freely.

The bustling work continued all morning, but Bevanna never showed up to discuss the topic of the "Saint Son" with Jenkins. During lunch with the choir children, Chocolate, who despised the noisy kids, leaped onto Jenkins's head. It was then that Captain Bincy walked over and told Jenkins he was free to leave.

"There's an issue with the Mirror Realm's entrance, so Miss Bevanna won't be free for a while," Bincy explained. "Papa Oliver said you can head back to Nolan. Just be back at the antique shop for your shift on Monday. The rest of the weekend is yours."