BXBX NOVEL Chapter 1178 Luce Veritas
Her eyes, a deep and penetrating shade of violet, held the wisdom of countless years. They sparkled with an inner light, revealing the depth of her magical insight. Mother Luce\'s features were a perfect blend of elegance and sensuality, with a slender nose, a gracefully arched neck, and lips that carried a hint of a mysterious smile.
Her attire mirrored the richness of her surroundings, adorned with flowing indigo robes that seemed to blend seamlessly with the cosmic energy that surrounded her. A silver diadem adorned her forehead, accentuating the regal poise that she carried with such grace.
Mother Luce possessed a statuesque and graceful figure, her every movement radiating a sense of confidence and regality. The flowing indigo robes she wore clung to her form in a way that hinted at both elegance and subtle allure. Her silhouette was a dance of curves and lines, showcasing the ample maturity and timeless beauty that defined her.
Her posture, whether standing or seated, exuded a commanding presence. The gentle sway of her hips and the fluidity of her gestures bespoke a confident sensuality that coexisted harmoniously with the wisdom she carried. Mother Luce\'s body seemed to embody a perfect balance between strength and grace, a testament to the magical energies that coursed through her.
Though her physical attributes were captivating, it was the air of mystique and the aura of ancient knowledge that surrounded her that truly defined Mother Luce\'s presence. She was not just a woman of enchanting beauty; she was a seer, a guardian of cosmic secrets, and her very being resonated with the cosmic forces that flowed through the realms of fate.
Mother Luce\'s chamber, the sanctum of her mystical insights, was a tapestry of ethereal beauty and celestial resonance. The walls were adorned with tapestries woven from threads of magic, depicting cosmic constellations and scenes from distant realms. Soft, ambient light bathed the room, emanating from floating orbs suspended in mid-air, each pulsating with a different hue.
In the center of the room, a circular divination table crafted from enchanted wood stood, its surface etched with ancient runes and symbols. Around the table were an array of crystal spheres, each containing visions of different planes and timelines. The air was thick with the scent of exotic incense, a blend of herbs and magical essences that heightened the room\'s mystical ambiance.
A large indigo-colored velvet carpet adorned with intricate patterns covered the floor, creating a sacred space for meditation and mystical rituals. On one side of the room, a shelf held ancient grimoires and mystical artifacts, each imbued with the secrets of the cosmos. The gentle hum of cosmic energy could be felt permeating every corner, creating an otherworldly atmosphere.
Mother Luce\'s personal touch was evident in the arrangement of the room. Plush cushions embroidered with celestial motifs were scattered around, providing comfortable spots for guests. A large, ornate mirror with an indigo frame stood against one wall, reflecting the mystical energy of the room on its surface.
The ceiling, an illusionary representation of the night sky, seemed to be alive with sparkling stars and constellations. A faint, melodious hum echoed through the air, a manifestation of the harmonious energies that Mother Luce harnessed for her clairvoyant visions. The chamber, a nexus of magic and cosmic wisdom, served as both a refuge for meditation and a conduit for exploring the infinite tapestry of the universe.
"I\'ve heard from your sisters that you two are eager to meet me, what is it?" Luce Veritas inquired, her voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom but softened by a warmth that made it inviting.
Lily exchanged a glance with Vivi, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. "Our intentions are the same, I believe," Lily said with a reassuring smile.
Vivi took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto Luce\'s gaze. "Mother Luce, we seek your guidance and insights. We have encountered a being, a man, named Lyon Torga."
The moment \'Lyon Torga\' was mentioned, there was an abrupt stillness in the atmosphere. Luce Veritas, the one commonly not so easily surprised, had her eyes widened in a rare display of astonishment. She waved her hand, and the doors to her sanctum closed behind the two visitors, sealing the space in an intimate cocoon of ethereal energies.
The room seemed to respond to the weight of the mentioned name as if the mere utterance of Lyon Torga\'s name carried a profound resonance in the threads of destiny. Luce Veritas, the Mother Clairvoyance, slowly rose from her seat, her indigo hair cascading gracefully around her shoulders.
Vivi and Lily exchanged puzzled glances, sensing an air of mystery shrouding Lyon Torga\'s name. Luce Veritas, the mother of clairvoyance, furrowed her brow, deep in contemplation.
"The Mortal World and Heavens should not have remembered his name," Luce Veritas mused, her gaze fixed on a distant point as if peering into unseen realms. "There\'s an enigma surrounding Lyon Torga, one that extends beyond the ordinary bounds of fate. The threads of his destiny weave through realms untouched by the usual flow of time."
Lily stepped forward, a mix of curiosity and concern etched on her face. "Mother Luce, can you see his fate clearly? Does he face peril, or is there a greater purpose that binds him to such unconventional threads?"
With a graceful wave of her hand, Luce Veritas closed the intricately adorned door to the secluded chamber, enveloping the trio in an air of confidentiality. The ornate carvings on the door seemed to shimmer briefly as it sealed shut, ensuring that their discussion would remain shielded from prying eyes and ears.
Before guiding Lily and Vivi into the sanctum of divination, Luce Veritas turned to them, her eyes carrying a mix of gravitas and concern. "Remember, what transpires within these walls must be kept in utmost secrecy. Lyon Torga\'s name is one of cosmic significance, and we tread upon threads that connect realms. Speak of this to no one, for the balance of celestial forces may be delicate."
In the heart of the secluded chamber, Luce Veritas led Lily and Vivi toward a concealed masterpiece that hid behind a delicate veil. The anticipation lingered as Luce unveiled the artwork, revealing a captivating depiction of Lyon in a different era. The portrait exuded an aura of timeless charisma, capturing the essence of the enigmatic figure.
As the grand reveal unfolded, Vivi couldn\'t contain a gasp, her hand instinctively covering her parted lips. On the other hand, Lily observed the painting with a knowing look, recognizing the significance of the portrayal.
"He\'s your driver..." Lily discerned her words carrying a mature acknowledgment of Lyon\'s role in Luce\'s life.
Luce Veritas sighed, her gaze fixated on the canvas that held a moment frozen in the tapestry of time. "Rightly so... and... a bit more," she admitted, alluding to the complexities beyond the apparent connection.
"Does the Lyon Torga you met look like him?" Luce inquired, seeking confirmation from the firsthand encounter that Vivi had with Lyon.
"Nobody can copy that arrogance!" Vivi exclaimed with spirited affirmation, emphasizing the distinctive and unreplicable nature of Lyon\'s demeanor.
In that poignant moment, Luce\'s eyes dilated, and the radiant gem positioned between her brows shimmered in response to the resonance between Lyon of the past and the Lyon known to Vivi. The room, steeped in ancient energies, seemed to acknowledge the threads weaving through Lyon\'s existence, connecting different epochs in a cosmic tapestry of fate.
In the realm of her deepest yearnings, Luce Veritas found herself enveloped in the familiar embrace of hope and despair. Hope, a sentiment she both yearned for and detested, had been an elusive companion on her journey. The darkness that had shrouded her thoughts was pierced by a singular name, a name that echoed through the corridors of time—Lyon.
As Luce navigated the threads of fate, seeking the elusive traces of Lyon\'s destiny, she was met with an unsettling void. The tapestry of fate, once vibrant with possibilities, now seemed desolate and devoid of the expected intricacies. A sense of emptiness permeated the space around her, echoing the melancholy that had accompanied her through countless cycles.
"Again... this empty darkness again... I really hoped that you would retu—" Luce\'s voice trailed off, her words an echo in the cavern of solitude. Yet, amid the shadows, a single white feather gently landed at her feet. A silent messenger from the ethereal realms, it drew her attention upward.
To her surprise a silhouette emerged, crafted from delicate feathers, its form complete with crossed arms. The man-shaped apparition hovered before her, a poignant manifestation that ignited a quiver of emotions on her lips, tracing an upward curve.
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