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As the Seven Layers of Rainbow Light pierced through the Colorful Dome, Leonard gathered the blood-stained Staff Fragment into the Velvet Bag.
The Shadow Crystal powder lingering on his fingertip shimmered with a deep violet hue, resembling a venomous snake coiling within the lines of his palm.
"Please take a look, my lord. This is the newly born Ming Zhu from my fortress." He smiled as he lifted the Golden Cradle, revealing a sleeping infant swaddled in a blanket embroidered with Guardian Spells, an Emerald Pendant hanging around her neck resonating with the Rainbow Light.
The Prophet's fingers, resembling Withered Branches, hovered three inches above Luna's forehead. The swirling Nebula within the crystal ball suddenly coalesced into a Flame Lion Totem. "Heaven bless the Magic Castle!" His sunken eye sockets sparkled with intensity. "The Saint Marked One born on the night of overlapping Shuang Yue will surely wield the Seven Stars Staff upon reaching adulthood!"
Aelia stepped back while holding Luna, the soft back of the infant's head resting against her collarbone where a Black Feather Birthmark lay.
Suddenly, the Prophecy Black Feather that floated into the Cradle ignited spontaneously, its Ashes imprinting the surface of the blanket with patterns resembling Phoenix Tail Feathers.
"But my Eldest Son..." Leonard feigned sorrow as he brushed over the crack in the Wheelchair Armrest.
The Young Mage in the Wheelchair stared down at his curled Twin Legs, illuminated by the Magic Crystal Lamp, which cast an increasingly sinister shadow on his Left Arm marked by a Frost Curse Seal—an injury left by an Abyssal Creature three years prior.
The Prophet's crystal ball suddenly rolled out a swirl of silver mist, from which Xu Ying emerged atop a Frozen Throne. "When the Saint Marked One awakens," his aging voice resonated, causing the Crystal Chandelier to chime softly, "the frost will become the most loyal shield."
The sound of the Wheelchair rolling over Peacock Stone Tiles broke through abruptly.
Luna struggled to widen her misty Blue Eyes and saw her elder brother gripping the Velvet Blanket covering his legs with white-knuckled fingers.
She kicked her little feet and knocked over the Crystal Baby Bottle, spilling Hot Goat Milk onto the Wheelchair Wheel, which froze into Bing Hua, perfectly locking in place the Loose Front Wheel Screw.
Leonard had turned to his Second Son: "And this child was deceived by a close friend into practicing Forbidden Techniques..." Before he could finish his sentence, Luna suddenly let out a piercing Loud Cry.
Aelia hurriedly patted the swaddling blanket; as the infant waved her small hands unintentionally, she tugged at Second Brother's collar, revealing a writhing Black Magic Contract Mark beneath her collarbone.
"This is not the Blood Pact!" The Prophet's crystal ball suddenly shattered with Ice Cracks. "It's the Mirror Spell!" His bony fingertip pressed against the distorted Symbol, and Luna seized the opportunity to place her saliva-covered palm on it.
The Contract Patterns abruptly reversed, revealing a scene in the crystal ball where a blond knight was forging a Contract in a tavern.
When Leonard mentioned the Third Son's squandered Magical Talent, Luna could no longer hold back and rolled her eyes.
The Crystal Pacifier she had deliberately knocked over rolled to Brother San's feet. As the young man bent down, a Magic Potion Formula hidden in his Robe and Dark Bag slipped out—it was clearly a manuscript for an improved Element Resonance Agent.
"Wait..." The Prophet suddenly extinguished the image in the crystal ball, his withered yellow pupils fixated on the emerald at Luna's neck, which had turned red. "The Saint Marked One's Companion Stone should be Ice Blue!"
The entire hall fell into an eerie silence.
The flames dancing in the fireplace froze into crystalline forms, and frost quietly spread along the lace edges of Luna's swaddling.
Aelia stumbled backward and knocked over a Gilded Candelabra, the melting wax pooling on the ground to form a fragmented Inverse Pentagram.
"Let me see the child's true Magic Brand." The Prophet pulled out a cracked Astrolabe from his black robe. The groove at its center perfectly matched the faint Luna mark on the back of Luna's neck.
Leonard suddenly pressed down on the Astrolabe. "Shouldn't you explain why the Triple Crown from the prophecy appears in..." His voice trailed off as Luna's tears began to fall heavily onto the surface of the Astrolabe.
Those Lacrima seeped into the instrument through the Ice Cracks, automatically activating a master curse that had been sealed for three hundred years.
As the first ray of moonlight pierced through the Dome's Rainbow Light, the shattered shell of the Astrolabe began to fall away, revealing an Eye of Truth flowing with Xing Hui within.
That legendary Magic Gem, said to reveal the essence of one's soul, was now casting its beam upon Luna's heart.
Everyone witnessed the totem emerging from the light—not the fiery lion foretold in prophecy, but a laurel branch entwined with thorns.
The Prophet's frail knees struck the marble floor with a dull thud, the hem of his black robe soaked in the still-liquid wax.
His age-spotted forehead pressed against the edge of Luna's swaddling, shards of crystal forming a fragmented hexagram pattern on the ground as Zhen Chan arranged them.
"Yue Gui, Thorn... it is the holy mark of the Annihilation Era!" The hoarse voice, wrapped in magic, caused the candle flames to flicker. Aelia tightened her hold on her daughter.
Suddenly, the back of the infant's neck began to heat up, so much so that a fine blood pearl seeped from Lady Collarbones' black feather birthmark.
The amethyst atop Leonard's staff exploded without warning, and he unknowingly stepped over the scattered crystal shards, his cloak brushing against the original document detailing Eldest Son's injuries. "I knew it..." His fingers, dusted with shadow crystal powder, reached toward Luna but were halted by the sudden surge of laurel branches and Xu Ying's Ailina's Burn before they could touch the swaddling.
The young mage in the wheelchair suddenly raised a hand to Jie Yin, and the Frost Curse Seal spread from his left arm throughout the hall.
The frozen gilded candelabra reflected a seven-colored halo, perfectly mirroring the yin hui swirling deep within Luna's pupils—an indication of great mage-level magical resonance.
"Would you care to explain first..." Aelia's voice was interrupted by a sudden hum emitted from Leonard's sword as it resonated with the crystal ball.
The Prophet trembled as he pulled out a bronze compass inscribed with ancient demon script from his robe. The compass needle frantically chased after the track drawn by Luna's waving little hand.
As the seventh rainbow light pierced through the dome, Luna's tears suddenly floated in midair.
The lacrima revealed an emerging celestial chart that made the Prophet emit a sob like a dying beast. His emaciated back slammed against the ground as he gazed up at the ceiling, his eyes nearly bulging from their sockets: "Three hundred years ago's starry sky... you were born carrying a complete star trail..."
Suddenly, the sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the hall.
Lucius, who had remained silent all along, accidentally knocked over the Chilled Wine, causing the deep red wine liquid to snake across the ground, forming patterns reminiscent of a Blood Pact.
The Mirror Spell at Second Brother's collar suddenly glowed, projecting the wine liquid's design onto the surface of Luna's swaddling, creating a swirling Eye of Truth totem.
"Detection! We must conduct an immediate assessment!" The Prophet suddenly sprang up, his withered fingers tearing off Seven Strands of Hair and tossing them into the air.
The hair, burning into ashes, automatically arranged itself into a circular Magic Circle that enveloped the cradle where Luna lay.
The Magic Rune emerging at the center made Big Brother's pupils constrict sharply—this was the Soul Origin Spell he had seen in ancient texts.
Leonard smiled as he pushed Second Son forward. "Quickly bring the Family Tree Scroll..." His voice suddenly caught in his throat.
At the center of the suspended Magic Circle, a thorn emerging from Luna's heart pierced through twelve layers of Guardian Spells, driving a laurel branch stained with Aelia's blood into the Magic Circle Core.
The Prophet suddenly spat out Hei Xue, and as the Blood Pearl touched the Magic Circle, it instantly evaporated into purple mist.
In the mist, a vague silhouette caused Brother San's improved Magic Potion Formula to spontaneously ignite; the fragrance of the ashes wafted out and surprisingly bloomed the embroidered shoes on Luna's swaddling into roses.
"This is wrong... this is not right..." The Prophet staggered and knocked over the Frozen Throne Xu Ying, his claw-like hands pressing against the edge of the cradle.
His bloodshot eyes were nearly pressed against Luna's face, and the milk fragrance exhaled by the baby scorched his skin, leaving scorch marks. "Magic Vein purity at 99%? This is impossible!"
"The limit of the Bloodline of the Glorious Demon Fortress is 82%!"
Leonard's laughter abruptly ceased.
He lowered his Awareness to the Family Crest embedded in the Wheelchair Armrest—its Mithril outline recorded a purity level of 82.3%, a mark set by ancestors three hundred years ago.
Suddenly, the crystal flames in the fireplace erupted, sending shards that sliced through the robes of those present.
"Unless..." the Prophet turned sharply, gripping Leonard's Wrist, Ailya's White Nails digging deep into flesh. "What you gave me is not the Daughter of the Demon Fortress at all!" His bloodstained teeth bit through his Tongue, and the Blood Mist that sprayed into the air formed a massive Question Mark.
Amid Aelia's Qian Jiao voice, Luna suddenly grasped the floating Blood Mist Question Mark that drifted before her.
The infant's Pink Palm glowed with a Silver White Halo, purifying the bloody Question Mark into fluttering Moonlight Butterflies.
Dozens of Light Butterflies collided with the parchment recording the Third Son's wasted talent, scorching the word "Lies" into charred blackness.
"This is clearly my Luna!" Leonard furiously tore open his collar, revealing the Family Contract Seal over his Heart.
However, the Contract seal that should have resonated with his offspring's mark now dimmed and instead repelled against Luna's neck, which had turned red from the Emerald.
The Prophet suddenly chuckled coldly, tearing open his Left Arm to reveal a Prophecy Crystal hidden within flesh and blood.
The surface of the crystal reflected Luna's figure but displayed entirely different Magic Patterns: "The Companion Stone of the Daughter of the Demon Fortress is Frost Attribute, yet this child..." He suddenly snapped his fingers towards the Emerald Pendant, only to have rebounding magic sever half of his finger.
Under the terrified gazes of everyone present, Luna's tears fell once more.
In the place where Lacrima rolled, the surface of the Emerald Pendant began to emerge with fine Ice Cracks, and the Dark Red Blood Vein hidden deep within was slowly writhing—this was the bloodline Curse Mark that only a Concubine would bear.
The cracking sound of the Emerald Pendant shattered the frozen moment in time.
Aelia felt a sudden burn at her Collarbone where the Black Feather Birthmark lay, resonating with Luna's glowing Laurel Mark at the nape of her neck.
Her trembling Fingertip brushed against the Guardian Spell on the Infant Swaddling, pierced by Thorns, as the Gold Thread Embroidery visibly faded to a Pale hue.
"The Bloodline of Leonard's Concubine can never exceed 80% purity!" The Prophet's broken fingers pointed at the floating Magic Circle Residual Shadow, as a blood-stained Celestial Chart suddenly projected onto the Colorful Dome. "Look! The Star Trail at this child's birth overlaps with the Magic Castle in countless layers—"
"Enough!" Leonard's Staff struck heavily against the ground, scattering Shadow Crystal powder that left Scorch Marks on the Lapis Lazuli Tiles.
His Bloodshot Blue Eyes swept over the Burning Magic Potion Manuscript at Third Son's feet, and he suddenly tore off his cloak, flinging it towards the still-operating Soul Origin Array. "It's just a detection of Curse deviation..."
The Dome's Rainbow Light suddenly twisted into a vortex.
Luna's small hand grasped the shattered Prophecy Crystal, and those fragments reflecting the starry sky from Three Hundred Years Ago began to reassemble in her Palm.
Aelia realized with alarm that her daughter in her arms felt terrifyingly light—the fluff falling from the swaddling was being drawn by some force, forming a fragmented Cradle pattern on the Ground, which unmistakably resembled the Outer Courtyard's unique Wisteria Pattern.
"Father, three years ago during the Abyssal Creature raid..." The young man in the Wheelchair suddenly spoke up, as Frost Curse Seal crawled up his raised Fingertip towards the Gilded Candelabra. "You said Mother needed to rest after giving birth and forbade us from entering the master bedroom." In that frozen pool of Wine Liquid, Leonard's reflection emerged, holding a swaddled bundle as he left through a secret passage.
The Prophet suddenly let out a cold laugh like a Night Owl, tearing off his blood-stained sleeve and tossing it into the air.
The outline of a baby girl, formed from the ashes of burning fabric, bore a striking resemblance to Luna at this moment. "Dare you let this child touch the Blood Oath stele?" His withered fingers pointed toward the black stone tablet on the east side of the hall, entwined in chains. "Only the true heir can activate the stele inscription..."
"My daughter is not for you to question!" Leonard's Shadow Blade severed the Prophet's Pearl Crown, yet it could not shatter the Bloodline Detection Spell that hovered in the air.
The crimson runes began to disassemble and reassemble on their own, gradually forming the Venomous Spider Pattern from the Outer Chamber Family Crest.
Aelia suddenly stumbled into Xu Ying at the Frozen Throne.
Her bloodied fingertip brushed against Luna's feverish skin, and a flash of compassion, uncharacteristic of an infant, flickered in her blue eyes.
The crystallized flames in the fireplace began to melt, and the dripping oil pooled on the ground, forming a blurred embrace reminiscent of Leonard's Last Night—the scene she had seen in a daze as her husband cradled their swaddled child, disappearing into the thorns of the Black Rose.
"Mother..." Lucius, who had remained silent, suddenly grasped Aelia's trembling wrist. When his palm touched Luna's swaddling, intricate Thorn Patterns emerged.
The boy was astonished to see his improved Magic Potion Formula reborn from the ashes; on the parchment was written in Floral Calligraphy the Bloodline Purification Agent Formula.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the Prophet picked up a shard of the Astrolabe stained with Luna's tears. His emaciated figure suddenly transformed into a flock of crows that flew toward the gap in the dome.
Amidst the swirling Hei Yu came his final curse: "When moonlight stains emerald red for the third time, truth will tear apart all lies..."
Leonard grasped Aelia by Lucius' thin shoulders, wanting to explain, but was burned by her suddenly glowing Black Feather Birthmark on her collarbone.
Amid Luna's loud cries, a prophecy black feather that had once been reduced to ashes was reborn from her Laurel Mark, gently landing on Aelia's bleeding wound—like a spark planted by Destiny, waiting for a touch to ignite a wildfire.
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