Chapter 1172 Her Husband Must Know!

Chapter 1172 Her Husband Must Know!

The scene unfolded in the past, revealing Harvestasya as a teenager with an insatiable curiosity. As her ears perked up, the first sound that greeted her senses was the soft murmur of boiling water. Slowly opening her eyes, Harvestasya found herself in the midst of a peculiar setting.

In her gaze was a woman, distinguished by her striking blue-iridescent hair. It was a hue that set her apart, a rarity among the mundane shades that adorned most individuals. The woman's attire, a simple robe, served only to accentuate her natural beauty.

Harvestasya observed the woman with wide-eyed wonder, captivated by the ethereal presence before her. The aura surrounding the woman hinted at an otherworldly grace, an enigma that stirred Harvestasya's innate curiosity.

In the midst of the surreal scene, the woman's attention shifted to a cauldron placed before her. Her slender hands moved with a grace that seemed to weave an intricate tapestry of arcane arts. As she began her movements, a Soul Flame flickered to life, casting a radiant and gentle glow that mirrored the iridescence of her hair.

The Soul Flame, a manifestation of ethereal fire, danced elegantly along her arms, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of luminosity. The flames, vibrant and otherworldly, seemed to respond to the woman's every intention. Instead of raging beneath the cauldron in a typical display of alchemical fire, the Soul Flame flowed with deliberate precision into the vessel.

Harvestasya, initially alarmed by the unexpected maneuver, soon realized that every nuance of the woman's actions was intentional. The Soul Flame, usually a force of wild and untamed power, submitted to the woman's command as if embracing her as its rightful conductor. n)(0veLb1n

The cauldron, now bathed in the enchanting light of the Soul Flame, underwent a transformation that transcended the boundaries of the mundane. The alchemy at play surpassed the limitations of conventional understanding, delving into realms where magic and mysticism intermingled.

As Harvestasya observed in awe, the woman's expression remained serene and focused. Her eyes, pools of wisdom reflecting the flickering Soul Flame, betrayed none of the strain that might accompany such profound manipulations of magical forces. It was as if she communed effortlessly with the arcane energies that surrounded her.

In the hushed atmosphere, broken only by the crackling of the Soul Flame, Harvestasya felt a palpable connection to the unfolding mysteries. The woman, an alchemist of unparalleled skill, wove her art with a finesse that defied the conventional boundaries of magic.

As the Soul Flame continued its gentle dance, imbuing the cauldron with its iridescent brilliance, Harvestasya understood that this encounter was more than a mere meeting between two individuals. It was a glimpse into the realm of ancient knowledge and mystical prowess, a revelation that would leave an indelible mark on her journey through the vast tapestry of existence.

As Harvestasya observed the alchemical process, her lips parted in sheer astonishment. Legendary ingredients, each possessing explosive and perilous properties, harmonized in an intricate dance that defied the laws of conventional alchemy. The substances, known for their unruly nature, melded together in perfect unity, creating a mesmerizing spectacle in the sky before gracefully descending into the cauldron.

"Really? Swallowing an unknown pill without a second thought?" Harvestasya scolded, her feline ears twitching with irritation.

Lyon, now recovering from the unexpected episode, managed a wry smile. "Well, in my defense, it smelled good."

The trio shared a moment of laughter, the cavern resonating with their camaraderie. Harvestasya, despite her initial irritation, couldn't help but join in, realizing that even in the pursuit of knowledge and alchemical wonders, some things remained delightfully unpredictable.

Harvestasya's plea echoed through the icy cavern, her tears glistening like crystals. She implored the Ice Spirit to release her, urgency etched across her face.

"Quick, release me! He must know!" Harvestasya's voice resonated, a mixture of desperation and determination. The Ice Spirit, initially puzzled, inquired about the person who needed to know.

"Who must know?"

"Her husband!!" Harvestasya's declaration pierced the air. "Lyon Torga must know!"

The weight of Lyon Torga's name hung in the air, a name that carried the echoes of legends, a man whose exploits were etched into the very fabric of history. The Ice Spirit, once indifferent, now quivered in response to the gravity of the situation.

"W-Who did you say her husband was...?"

"THE ZODIAC EMPEROR!!" Harvestasya fueled with urgency surprisingly broke her way out from the ice that frosted her hands. She quickly stood in front of the wall of ice where the woman was frozen.

"Oi, release her!" said Harvestasya as she lifted up the ice spirit.

"I... I can't!" The Ice Spirit's voice wavered, a clear indication that the revelation had struck a chord deep within its frosty essence. The mere utterance of Lyon Torga's name had unfurled a tapestry of implications, weaving a connection between the legendary Zodiac Emperor and the enigmatic woman encased in ice.

The cavern, once filled with the echoes of Harvestasya's revelation, now stood as a silent witness to the impending revelation that would undoubtedly ripple through the annals of history. The fate of the woman in the ice, entwined with the legendary figures of Lyon Torga and the Zodiac Emperor, held the promise of revelations that could reshape the very fabric of their intertwined destinies.