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The moonlight flowed through the stained glass onto the gilded floor tiles, as Aelia clutched the shards of a broken crystal ball. Drops of Blood Pearl seeped from her fingers, falling onto the swaddling cloth embroidered with Xing Mang.
Suddenly, the baby stretched out her Oujie-like arms, her fingertips entwined with the blood dripping from Mother, sketching half a Phoenix Totem in the void.
"Madam!" Qin Si exclaimed, trying to snatch the crystal ball away, but was ensnared by the black, viscous liquid slithering around his ankles.
Luna suddenly let out a laugh reminiscent of Yin Ling, and the goo that had been gnawing at the Silver Puppet retreated like a tide back into the drain, leaving only caramel-colored crystals at the base of the wall.
Aelia's Emerald Earrings swayed as she gasped for breath, her gaze fixed on the newly emerging Magic Rune beside the Phoenix Totem—this was precisely the Guardian Spell she had carved on her collarbone three years ago before Leonard's expedition to the Northern Territory.
The baby pointed her fingers, stained with Xing Hui, at Mother Mei Xin. In Aelia's pupil reflected her husband and the Red-Haired Witch beneath the Laurel Tree during Leonard's Last Night: their intertwined fingers clearly bore the Golden Red Magic Pattern unique to a Dual Soul Contract.
"Luna wants brother!" The girl suddenly tugged at Aelia's Moonstone Necklace. The atmosphere thickened with Shan Na's Starry Grass essence as a heavy object thudded to the ground from the second floor.
When everyone rushed into the frost-covered Cultivation Room, they found Second Brother pulling a bloodied dagger from his dear friend's chest. The shattered Contract beneath his feet was being reassembled by the Xing Hui flowing from Luna's eyes.
"He tricked me into signing a Soul Contract with a Blood Curse..." Second Brother trembled as his palm pressed against Luna's head. The baby laughed as she infused Xing Hui into his wrist, where a grotesque Curse Mark lay.
The parchment bearing his friend's Signature suddenly ignited, transforming into Azure Flame Butterflies that fluttered around Luna's hair like a dance.
As dawn broke, the Magic Fortress Arena was already filled with murmurs from the clansmen.
To everyone's astonishment, Aelia's brother's silver wheelchair floated up under Luna's touch. His missing left leg was wrapped in Xing Hui thrown by the baby, transforming before their eyes into flowing mercury.
When the referee announced the start of the finals, gasps erupted from the stands—Aelia's brother, who should have been permanently disabled due to Magic Backlash, was now walking toward the Arena on prosthetic legs formed from starlight.
"In the name of honor!" His wand sliced through the sky as a Frost Dragon surged forth, carrying Luna’s residual Xing Hui to shatter his opponent’s Defensive Barrier.
A sound of breaking porcelain suddenly echoed from somewhere in the audience. Brother San stood frozen in a corner of the VIP section, clutching half a muffin while cream dripped through his fingers onto his Magic Tome that hadn’t been opened in three years.
As fireworks erupted during the award ceremony, Luna was perched on Aelia’s shoulder munching on a Moon Biscuit.
She watched Brother San quietly leave and deliberately scattered Moonlight Crumbs onto Mother’s pearl-adorned skirt.
When Aelia bent down to wipe it off, traces of baby’s fingertip Xing Hui quietly seeped into the gaps between floor tiles, traveling along the castle’s ancient Magical Veins toward Brother San’s room and that dusty Prophecy Mirror.
Alvin's room suddenly glowed with a red light, and the dusty Prophecy Mirror condensed Xing Hui into a beam.
In the emerging illusion on the mirror, fifteen-year-old Alvin stood before the Magic Crystal Testing Platform, with seven colored beams shooting up towards the dome—this was the ultimate Elemental Affinity that stirred the entire Glorious Demon Fortress.
"Snap!" The sound of cream dropping shattered the illusion. Alvin stared at his scruffy reflection in the mirror, and the muffin in his fingers suddenly became hard to swallow.
The gold-framed Thorn Pattern suddenly came to life, entwining around his wand that he hadn't touched in three years. The Xing Hui emanating from Zhang Jian projected a future vision onto the wall: before a Magic Tower consumed by darkness, a limping old man was tremblingly caressing a faded Magic Crystal Stone.
Luna's Xing Hui suddenly wrapped around his trembling fingertip, scorching a Phoenix Mark onto the Magic Crystal Stone and Jade Pendant.
Alvin abruptly tore open his shirt, revealing a Starry Birthmark on his chest that was identical to Luna's.
Cheers from the competition arena echoed outside as he grabbed his wand and dashed out of his room. He collided with a maid holding a Crystal Fragment around the corner of the hallway.
"Third Young Master, be careful!" Qin Si quickly steadied the swaying candlestick, and the fragment in her arms reflected Alvin's flushed eye sockets.
When she saw the wand he clutched entwined with Xing Hui, a comforting smile appeared on her lips. "The West Tower library just received a batch of Ancient Magic Rune Grimoires; they might be useful to you."
Meanwhile, in the East Wing study, Leonard was tossing a stack of love letters into the Magic Fireplace.
As the parchment curled in Qing Yan, the scent of Rose Perfume left by the Red-Haired Witch made his temples throb.
The ink written with Liujin suddenly twisted into Aelia's face as it burned, startling him into knocking over an ink bottle.
"Is Father reading burning love letters?" A childish voice came from the door gap.
Leonard spun around abruptly but only caught a glimpse of Luna's swaddled end brushing against the carpet.
When he chased after her to the spiral staircase, he found the baby sprawled on Aelia's shoulder, sound asleep, with crumbs from Moon Biscuits at the corner of her mouth.
As twilight descended, Qin Si quietly collected ink-stained scraps of carpet into a Secret Silver Box.
When the moonstone touched the box lid, Shan Na revealed that what seemed like ordinary ink stains suddenly displayed Golden Red Magic Patterns—this was indeed the mark of a Dual Soul Contract.
She gazed at the swaying Starry Cradle in the Nursery, softly humming the Lullaby that Aelia often sang during her pregnancy.
At that moment, Alvin was in the West Tower, waving his wand as the starry tip sketched a new magical array on the blank pages of an ancient tome.
As the final stroke connected with the Starshine Resonance left by Luna, the Magic Crystal Pendant, which had been silent for three years, suddenly erupted with Rainbow Light, enveloping him in an Elemental Torrent.
A roar echoed from the castle's foundation, and the long swords on the weapon rack in the Training Ground collectively turned toward the West Tower, as if paying homage to a newly born source of magic.
In the shadows of the attic, Lucius toyed with a Magic Potion Bottle containing a Starshine Fragment.
The violet liquid swirled around Luna's Golden Hair, refracting strange spectrums under the moonlight.
He looked at the Rainbow Light from the West Tower and the Starry Cradle by the master bedroom window, a playful smile curling at his lips. His fingertip traced new prophecies on the stone wall: "When the phoenix spreads its wings, the Thorned Throne shall return to the mortal realm."
Lucius leaned against the shadows of the Spiral Staircase, watching as the Starshine Fragment in his Magic Potion Bottle flowed like a galaxy between his fingers.
The Lullaby from the Nursery drifted closer and farther away. He stared at the lingering Rainbow Light from the West Tower, feeling an acidic emotion roll down his Adams Apple—three hours ago, he had witnessed Alvin rush into the Training Ground with a Magic Crystal Stone that had not been touched for three years. The frost-formed dragon shattered all wooden targets that had mocked him.
"Third Young Master Lucius?" A maid nearly collided with his purple-trimmed robe while carrying a tray of muffins.
Lucius quickly concealed the Magic Potion Bottle in his sleeve but accidentally knocked over a crystal vase while retreating.
Just as sharp shards were about to cut into the maid's wrist, a strand of Xing Hui suddenly darted out from the Door Gap, wrapping around a Black Rose that held Luna securely and catching the falling vase.
Luna was nibbling on a Teething Biscuit while resting on Xixi Si's shoulder, her grape-like eyes precisely fixed on the staircase's Turn Corner.
Lucius felt his Magic Potion Bottle suddenly heat up in his sleeve; those Starshine Fragments pierced through the glass and burned his skin.
As he awkwardly tugged at his cuff, he discovered that what should have been purplish-red burn marks had transformed into shapes resembling Phoenix Tail Feathers.
"Prophets always end up cutting their fingers on their own Lens." Aelia's skirt swept across the Gilded Floor Tiles as Luna reached out with her hands covered in Moonlight Crumbs and accurately grabbed Lucius's Prophecy Scroll before he could hide it.
The parchment unfurled to reveal Shan Na; Lucius's pupils constricted sharply—the prophecy inscribed with "Thorned Throne" was being rewritten by Xing Hui, emerging from tiny inscriptions he had carved last night in the attic.
Luna suddenly burst into laughter, as Xing Hui climbed up Lucius's trembling fingertip.
He saw himself at the age of three, thrown into the violent wind and snow by Father. He saw his elder brother's silver wheelchair moldy under the moonlight, and finally froze on Aelia's eyelashes, where the blood pearl had crystallized as she gazed at the Phoenix Totem last night.
The magic potion bottle exploded with a "bang," and violet liquid seeped into the gaps of the floor tiles, blooming into blue roses entwined with star grass.
"I want a hug!" Luna suddenly opened her arms, stained with milk, towards Lucius.
His stiff fingertip barely touched the infant swaddling when the watch chain was suddenly yanked apart by Xing Hui, causing the family crest to clatter as it fell into the rosebush.
As he bent down to pick it up, he found his fifteen-year-old self secretly brewing a revival potion reflected in Luna's eyes—those magic potion formulas that Father called evil magic were now transforming into golden runes within Xing Hui, flowing into his temples.
As twilight painted the magic castle with a golden hue, Lucius stood by Luna's cradle, dripping the newly brewed calming elixir into the crystal baby bottle.
The remnants of Xing Hui mixed with the potion to form a galactic whirlpool. He suddenly reached out to stop Qin Si from pouring out the leftover dregs: "Could you please bring me the pieces of the Liuli Lantern that broke in the library this morning? The angles of those fragments are just right for calibrating a prophecy mirror."
As moonlight spilled over the windowsill, Luna tugged at Qin Si's pearl necklace, playing a game of "find the stars."
When the maid bent down to tidy up the disheveled Liu Su, baby Chubby's palm paused for two seconds on her nape—there was a phoenix tail feather drawn by Xing Hui that was slightly warm to the touch.
Qin Si hesitated for a moment while arranging her hair bun, ultimately pushing the secret silver box containing ink-stained carpet half an inch further into the nursery's dark compartment.
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