Chapter 153: Gloria D’Orient?!!
"I did," Azrael said grimly. "The immortal weapon was there and Luther somehow transported it. Maybe smugglers helped him. But that’s not all. I heard whispers among the witches, a tale they revere like sacred scripture. A thousand witches and wizards sacrificed themselves, burning their own lives away to heal her soul during the attack, to save it from final death. They could not kill King Alvone of Spike’s power protecting him, therefore, they linked their powers and saved her soul instead. They prayed: ’May her return be stronger, may she rise from ash and blood.’"
He paused, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to hold its movements.
"I couldn’t believe it either... until I stepped inside that sanctuary," Azrael continued, his voice fraying. "The moment I crossed the threshold, I felt it. Her soul. Alive."
His wide eyes shimmered with a terror that nothing else had ever managed to carve into him.
"If you saw someone carrying King Alvone’s blood," Kai asked cautiously, "could you recognize it?"
He clung to the fragile hope that his brother could track at least one such soul before it was too late.
"I had to search for the bloodline," Azrael said, his voice low, "and it led me here, to Alvonia."
Kai tilted his head, tension rippling through him. "Who is it?"
"She’s in prison," Azrael finished, his mind reeling. "You call her a spy. Daniella De-Alvone. She hid her family line."
A heavy silence fell. Had the girl even known who she truly was?
"So she wasn’t lying," Agara muttered, piecing it together. "King Alvone served the Fae... and his descendants have carried that allegiance ever since. Everything falls into place now."