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The crystal chandelier hanging from the banquet hall dome swayed gently as Aelia clutched the swaddling cloth embroidered with an ice crystal pattern.
The infant girl lay nestled in the fur of the Wolf King, suckling on a frosted rose, her milky white eyelashes fluttering in the sulfurous black mist, completely unaware that the silver-blue halo emanating from her swaddling was scorching the dark patterns creeping up the tablecloth.
"Did you hear any strange sounds, Luna?" Aelia asked, wiping the corner of her mouth with a silk cloth refined through alchemy. The cloth immediately revealed a distorted thorned totem.
The Wolf King let out a low, threatening growl from deep within his throat, his claws scraping against the peacock stone tiles, creating ice cracks resembling Xing Mang.
The infant girl raised her jam-covered fingers and poked at the chandelier, causing twelve floating magical lights to explode into a swarm of fireflies.
The swirling light spots danced around her head, weaving into a crown shape, but extinguished abruptly upon touching Aelia's hair tips. "Does it hurt, Aelia?" Luna suddenly cupped the pale face of the noblewoman, her palm emerging with a Bing Hua totem clashing violently against the black frost seeping from the wall seams.
As they passed through the East Wing Corridor adorned with ancestral portraits, Aelia's silver gloves had already been corroded with scorch marks.
The shadow demon that was supposed to appear at midnight cowered behind a bronze candlestick, trembling; even the soul-devouring vine retreated three feet from it.
Luna laughed as she yanked Aelia's pearl hairpin and tossed it into the shadows. The string of oceanic tears, aged for a century, froze mid-air into an ice bell, ringing out as it exploded into purification runes.
"Madam!" Qin Si rushed down from the spiral staircase, her skirt stained with blood. The moonstone hanging at her waist resembled a dusty lump of coal. "The three affiliated families from the Northern Territory have announced a suspension of magic crystal supplies. The Dragon Knight Corps from the West Coast is gathering—"
Aelia suddenly shoved Luna into a vine basket strapped to the Wolf King's back, shards of her alchemical compass cutting into her palm and drawing blood.
A raven formed from black mist crashed through a colored window and dove down but disintegrated into ashes upon contact with Luna's raised crystal pacifier.
The infant girl grasped a raven feather that instantly transformed from pitch black to pure white, drifting down softly onto Aelia's blood-stained sleeve.
"Immediately summon all elemental mages to reinforce the barrier." Aelia pressed her lion griffin badge against the stone wall; ancient magic runes spread along her bloodstains. "Lucius is taking three teams of shadow guards to inspect the cellar; direct Young Master's wheelchair toward the Astrology Tower."
The Wolf King suddenly seized Luna's Vine Basket and leaped onto the Arch Window, leaving Aelia's gasp caught in her throat.
Under the moonlight, the Infant Girl was smearing cream on the glass to form crooked stars, each creamy star tracing an Ice Blue Trajectory as it fell through the air.
A roar echoed from deep within the castle as the Ice Coffin shifted, while the silver-blue patterns on Luna's neck resonated with the magical bell of the Southeast Tower.
"Madam!" The Chief Guard burst through the iron door, his cloak still dripping water. "There's a breach in the Defensive Formation at the Southwest Corner—"
Aelia raised her hand to halt his report, the Strong Light emitted by her Alchemical Ring illuminating the swirling black mist in the fine lines at the corners of her eyes.
As she turned to look at the cream Star Map Luna had created, the Crystal Chandelier and Remains suddenly erupted with Rainbow Light, illuminating the Griffin Relief in the corner that was beginning to crack.
The stone Eyes, dormant for a century, were now seeping a silver mist identical to Leonard's Palm.
The Chief Guard's urgent breaths formed Bai Wu beneath the Dome, while a Magic Light Spot behind him flowed strangely in reverse.
Aelia's fingertip brushed against the blood-seeping Griffin Relief. When it touched that strand of silver mist sharing a source with her husband's magic, her cuff's silver threads suddenly shattered three Defensive Runes.
"All Defensive Formations are experiencing elemental backflow!" Brother San stumbled over to her, leaning against a frost-covered Obsidian Pillar. His Magic Pattern and Energy Monitor were flashing wildly. "The Protective Barrier of the Southeast Tower is already suffering from mana backflow; if this continues—"
Before he could finish, a deep rumble echoed through the castle as if a dragon had turned over.
The Ice Spike hanging from the Banquet Hall Dome transformed into dark arrows but bizarrely hovered just three inches from Luna's Cradle.
The Wolf King’s neck fur bristled with Qing Yan, incinerating those dark arrows into fluttering gray butterflies, one of which landed precisely on Aelia's blood-stained cuff.
"It’s a Shadow Butterfly." Second Brother’s Astrology Staff suddenly burst forth with Strong Light, illuminating the Serpent Mark gradually Emerging on his neck. "The appearance of these supposedly extinct creatures within the Defensive Formation indicates that the core magic array has been eroded." He staggered as he tore open his collar; those Confinement Spells originally placed by his dear friend were now resonating with the Ashes of the Shadow Butterfly.
Brother San suddenly pointed his wand at Cradle. "Ever since this child was born, the Defensive Formation of Magic Castle has been acting up frequently!" The Energy Monitor in his hand suddenly erupted with electric sparks, causing the veins on his forehead to throb violently. "The last Elemental Turbulence occurred during her Full Moon Feast, and now Ailya's Birthday Rune has directly summoned a Shadow Monster. How much longer are you going to deceive yourselves?"
A metallic distortion echoed from the spiral staircase.
Lucius burst in, dragging a half-broken chain behind him. The Observation Crystal in his left eye was already covered with ice cracks. "The Sealing Stone in the Cellar has shifted for the first time in three hundred years. Those inscriptions of the First Generation Fortress Master..." His voice trailed off as Luna, with her cream-covered fingers, began drawing an Ancient Magic Rune that perfectly matched the surface of the Sealing Stone.
Aelia suddenly grasped her daughter's chubby wrist, the Alchemical Ring leaving a faint golden mark on the infant's skin. "Can Luna see those things in the black mist?" Her voice was eerily soft, yet her fingertip quietly conjured Detection Magic. "Tell Mother about the shadows entangling Brothers..."
"It requires a Sevenfold Star Trail to purify." The infant girl unexpectedly spoke a complete sentence infused with the fragrance of milk, and her pink palm emerged as Bing Hua instantly split into seven Magic Circles.
The floating Formation Diagram aligned perfectly with the seven Magic Nodes of the castle, and at its center lay the bloodstain from Aelia's Lion Griffin Badge.
The entire hall fell into silence.
The Moonstone Tea Tray held by Qin Si suddenly dropped, but before it could touch the ground, Luna's unaware little foot lifted it into mid-air.
The splattered Tea Soup crystallized into countless tiny Ice Spikes, each reflecting the unique Elemental Resonance Patterns of a Great Mage.
"Seven... A Hundred Years Ago..." The raspy voice of the eldest brother emerged from deep within his wheelchair. His tattered Mage Robe fluttered without wind. "The Magic Codex: Forbidden Chapters recorded similar scenes; when a Reincarnator awakens..." His bony fingers suddenly burst forth with long-lost magical radiance, pointing at the Star Moon Birthmark gradually forming on Luna's neck.
Aelia swiftly wrapped her daughter tightly in a cloak embroidered with Protective Spells, as wandering Silver Threads automatically wove themselves into an Ancient Guardian Array.
When she looked up, her hair at the temples had suddenly turned frosty. The Strong Light emitted by the Alchemical Ring illuminated the writhing Shadow Tentacles in the wall crevices—they were writhing in agony beneath Luna's pure Magic Fluctuation.
"Madam! The Defensive Formation in the West Corridor has completely failed!" A bloodied Barrier Master burst through the door, holding an Energy Monitor that displayed a collapsing magical network.
He was horrified to discover that the scattered Magic Light Dots were converging towards Zhao Luna, forming a brilliant Nebula vortex around the infant.
Aelia suddenly picked up her daughter and walked towards the Cracking Griffin Relief, each step leaving blooming Ice Roses on the Peacock Stone Tiles.
As Luna brushed past the blood-stained sculpture, carrying the scent of Milk Fragrance, the grotesque cracks began to self-repair.
The Infant Girl curiously reached out to touch the silver mist, and the entire wall suddenly emerged with the phantoms from when the First Generation Fortress Master established the Defensive Formation.
"Mother, look!" Luna suddenly pointed at the Ancient Texts fluttering in the illusion, her soft voice reciting a passage of obscure Curse.
Those long-lost High-Level Protective Spells transformed into tangible runes, reigniting the crumbling West Side Defensive Formation.
The Second Brother's Neck's Serpent Mark suddenly let out a shriek, dissipating into Qing Yan within the Purifying Light.
As the last rune returned to its place, Luna yawned, filled with a strawberry Cedar Fragrance, curling up in her mother's arms and falling into a deep sleep.
In her small hand, she still clutched half a Sugar Coating cookie; as crumbs fell to the ground, they automatically arranged themselves into fragments of an Ancient Prophecy Poem.
The elder brother's Wheelchair had unknowingly turned towards the Astrology Tower, its tattered robe corners moving as if stirred by an unseen force long dormant.
Aelia leaned down to kiss her daughter's silver-blue Halo hair swirl, the Alchemical Ring reflecting a resolute softness in her eyes—brighter than any Defensive Formation could ever be.
The elder brother's Wheelchair rolled over frost-covered stone bricks; where the tattered robe corners swept by, shattered Astrolabe fragments suddenly floated and reassembled.
His withered Fingertip touched the edge of Luna's curled Vine Basket, and a long-forgotten Magic Ripple spread from his Spine: "This child’s connection with the First Generation Fortress Master’s Star Trail Resonance... she should go to Astrology Tower..."
"Luna doesn’t want to sleep!" The protest in Baby Voice erupted suddenly, and the sleeping Infant Girl opened her eyes without him noticing.
Her Star Moon Birthmark on her neck flickered in sync with the stars moving outside the window, and her small hand, clutching Moonlight Crumbs, suddenly slapped down on the Wheelchair Armrest.
Fragments of the Prophecy Poem soared into the air, forming a Burning Star Map above everyone's heads.
Aelia's Alchemical Ring suddenly heated up. She pressed down on her daughter's flailing feet and asked, "Where do you want to go, sweetheart?" Before she could finish her sentence, Luna let out a heart-wrenching wail. Tears fell to the ground, crystallizing into ice, each droplet reflecting the shadows of the Southeast Tower and Castle Spire.
Qin Si stumbled and knelt down, holding the freshly obtained Moonlight Honey. The Sugar Frost Fairy dancing atop the dessert was frantically pointing towards the Castle Cellar.
"Sevenfold... Sevenfold Star Trail..." The cracks in her elder brother's Astrolabe suddenly revealed a strange vision—adult Luna stood at the center of an Ice Coffin array, twelve elemental holy swords floating behind her.
His frail wrist erupted with astonishing strength, crushing the Wheelchair Armrest: "Take her to the Geomancy convergence point! Now!"
Aelia wrapped her daughter in a swaddling blanket adorned with Xing Hui but noticed that Luna's silver Blue Hair was visibly growing at an incredible speed.
The Infant Girl suddenly bit down on her Mother's blood-stained cuff and mumbled incoherently, "Strawberry... Cellar... Blackberry pie..." Her fingertip, smeared with Moonlight Crumbs, traced through the air and unexpectedly tore open a rift swirling with dark Purple Light.
"Qin Si! Bring me the freshly baked Magic Puff!" Aelia's voice trembled as silver threads of Alchemy began to weave around Luna, forming a Confinement Spell.
The crystal tray brought by the maid held a Tap Dance Sugar Coating cookie person that froze into an Ice Sculpture upon touching the swaddling blanket, shattering into pieces.
Lucius silently blended into the shadows, his Left Eye's Observation Crystal splitting into twelve facets.
As he reached out to take sleeping Luna, the baby suddenly opened her silver misty eyes, causing his Mithril Pocket Watch hanging at his waist to come to an abrupt halt.
Aelia placed her daughter into the Cradle inlaid with Starfall Stone. As she turned, the Alchemical Ring left a monitoring Magic Pattern on Qin Si's Hand Back: "If Ice Rose wilts three blooms, shatter the Alarm Crystal immediately."
When the Midnight Bell Tolls sounded, Luna's eyelashes suddenly became adorned with Frost Flowers.
A roar erupted from the direction of the Cellar as the Ice Layer shattered, causing all the candles in the castle to hang upside down, Burning.
Lucius had just grasped the hilt of his sword when he realized that the Cradle contained only an illusion formed from Milk Fragrance—truly, Luna was sprawled against the beast-head copper ring of the Cellar's iron door, her Chubby Palm pressed against the Sealing Eye, while chains entwined with Curse Runes joyfully climbed toward her Wrist.
"Miss!" Lucius's Magic Crystal burst forth with a blinding Strong Light, illuminating the melting candy traps on the Peacock Stone Tiles—Luna had used liquefied toffee to ensnare his shadow.
As Third Young Master Lucius swung his sword to sever the shadow's bindings, the Protective Spell on his infant attire suddenly disassembled on its own, transforming into Glowing Butterflies that led him toward the opposite direction of the Library of Hidden Books.
Luna wobbled along the waterlogged Stone Steps, each step blooming Bing Hua upon the moss.
From deep within the darkness came the clinking sound of chains moving, perfectly echoing with the Zhen Chan of her Longevity Lock around her neck.
When the last seal crumbled beneath her jam-sticky Palm, the Ice Coffin array sealed for seven hundred years in the depths of the Cellar burst open with a thunderous sound. The Shadow Grimoire, sealed by the First Generation Fortress Master himself, floated upward, its Yellowed Pages flowing with ink that transformed into the Star-Moon Pattern upon her swaddling.
A sudden crackling sound from the East Wing signaled a breach in the barrier, causing Aelia's Lion Griffin Badge to split in two.
As she rushed toward the Cellar, her Alchemy Starry Gown's hem was relentlessly torn by reviving Soul Devouring Vines. However, those thorny tendrils recoiled in fear upon touching Luna's lingering Milk Fragrance.
When everyone followed Luna's icy crystal footprints to the Cellar Entrance, they found only a ground still swirling with Sugar Coating stars and a silver Crystal Pacifier suspended in darkness, smeared with Strawberry Jam.
Aelia knelt at the center of the spinning Sugar Frost Star Array, where her Alchemical Ring projected a silver-blue Halo from the Crystal Pacifier into a three-dimensional Star Map.
The traces of Strawberry Jam lifted by Lucius's Sword Tip suddenly emitted a hum. In response, Blood Arrows entwined with Ice Crystal Vines formed at the iron door of the Cellar, pointing directly toward the Southeast—the Family Tomb shrouded in black mist.
"These Bing Wen are devouring the Dark Element!" Brother San's Energy Monitor suddenly returned to normal. He stared in shock at the ancient runes pulsating on the Hand Back Magic Pattern Energy Monitor—exactly like Luna's Doodle, which she had carelessly drawn on his wand during the full moon.
Suddenly, the elder brother in the Wheelchair raised his hand to capture a wisp of Ice Mist. To his astonishment, his withered Fingertip formed the first complete Astrological Array in seven years: "Sister's magic is correcting the chaotic Star Trail."
From deep within the Cellar, a Warm Current infused with Milk Fragrance surged forth, causing the Soul Devouring Vine to bloom visibly into Ice Crystal Flower buds.
As Qin Si chased after the Entrance of the cemetery while holding her Skirt, Xiu Xie suddenly became ensnared in a thick magical Magic Medium—the ground covered with withered Moonlight Grass transformed into Amber candies coated in Sugar Coating, each candy containing dissipating black mist within.
"Madam, look!" The Chief Guard's sword hilt reflected a strange Leonard's Last Night. In the center of the gravestones stood the First Generation Fortress Lord Statue, prominently displaying the Molar Silver Ring that Luna had played with earlier that morning.
As Aelia's Alchemical Gloves touched the cold metal, the Silver Ring suddenly melted and reformed into an exquisite Griffin Bell, bursting forth with countless Ice Crystal Butterflies in a tinkling sound.
Amidst this luminous torrent of magical creatures, Second Brother's Serpent Mark, which had been dissipating from his Neck, suddenly manifested in the void.
He raised his Awareness and lifted his Astrology Staff. Zhang Jian automatically wrote out seven Ancient Demon Scripts from A Hundred Years Ago: "When the blood of the betrayer soaks the Star Trail..." The Curse remained unfinished as all Ice Butterflies suddenly changed direction and flew toward the West Tower—the very place where Leonard kept his private Magic Codex.
Aelia's Alchemical Ring suddenly surged with pain. Looking down, she discovered that her daughter's lingering Milk Stain had etched a Micro Star Map onto the surface of the ring.
As the third Ice Rose wilted at her sleeve, a Longyin echoed from deep within the cemetery as Leonard's Sword was drawn. It carried Luna's unique strawberry sweetness and carved a hairline crack into Leonard's Family Crest Relief.
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