The Destructive Adventures of the Lovers-Chapter 68: Confess the Truth

Xyrille paced back and forth in her lavishly decorated room, the golden light of the chandelier casting shadows that stretched and flickered with each movement. Gabriel leaned against the wall, his eyes sharp, his jaw tight. Margo sat on the edge of a velvet couch, her fingers nervously tapping her knees. Owen leaned against the window, wings folded, the tip of his sword resting against the marble floor. Zeze, still catching her breath from the recent battle, leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, her sharp eyes never leaving the group.

"We need a plan," Xyrille began, her voice firm but tinged with anxiety. "The Ice Queen isn't going to wait for us to gather our strength. She'll strike again, and we might not survive the next wave if we don't strike first."

Gabriel exchanged a glance with Margo, his expression softening for a moment before hardening again. "We have to find her first. She won't stay hidden forever, but we can't just charge blindly into a death trap."

"Where do we even start?" Zeze muttered, her eyes narrowing. "She could be in Maranaqua or Simbaku. Both are dangerous, but we have to choose."

Owen's wings twitched, the faint glow of his Phoenix feathers reflecting off the crystal ornaments in the room. "Maranaqua is too open. If she's building an army, she'll need isolation, something more secure. Simbaku is a wasteland but filled with powerful magic."

Xyrille sighed, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. "There's a chance she's using both. She could be controlling Simbaku from a distance while hiding in Maranaqua."

Margo finally spoke, her voice steady but tinged with worry. "We need more information. We can't just guess. We need to find someone who knows her weaknesses."

Gabriel's eyes darkened. "If we can separate her from her power source, or find a way to weaken her, we might stand a chance. But if we attack blindly, we're as good as dead." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Zeze clenched her fists, her speed crackling like static in the air around her. "Then let's find someone who knows. There has to be someone in this world who understands her."

Xyrille hesitated, then nodded. "I might know someone. But it's risky."

Owen stepped forward, his wings unfurling slightly. "Risk is all we have left."

Gabriel straightened, his eyes meeting Margo's. "Then we prepare. We leave for Simbaku at first light. We'll figure out the rest as we go."

They all nodded, the flicker of hope igniting once more in their weary hearts. For the first time in a long while, they felt a glimmer of purpose amidst the chaos. They were the Saviors of Creation, and they would fight until the end.

Ella took a deep breath, her hand trembling as she slowly raised it. The dim light in Xyrille's room flickered, casting uneasy shadows across the walls as the Saviors of Creation fell silent. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her eyes darting between the faces around her—Gabriel, Margo, Matt, Owen, Zeze, and Xyrille. She felt their anticipation like a weight pressing against her.

"I need to tell you something," Ella said, her voice quieter than the whisper of the cold wind outside. She clenched her fists to stop them from shaking, her heart thundering. "I know Martha's weakness."

They all leaned in, the air growing heavier. Matt crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. Owen's wings flicked slightly, glowing faintly in the darkness. Even Zeze, leaning against the wall with her usual indifference, seemed to perk up.

"What is it?" Margo asked, her voice steady but tinged with worry.

Ella hesitated, her throat tightening. She glanced at Gabriel, whose eyes burned with suspicion, and then down at her own shaking hands. She felt the weight of the truth pressing against her ribs, desperate to break free.

"Fire... and love," she whispered. "Those are her weaknesses."

Silence. For a moment, only the crackling of a distant torch filled the room. Gabriel's expression darkened, his jaw clenching.

"Fire and love?" Owen repeated, a hint of disbelief in his tone. "What do you mean?"

Ella met his eyes, feeling the room close in on her. "Because... because I'm her daughter."

The air froze. The flames around them seemed to waver, casting nervous shadows on the stone walls. Matt took a step back, his fists tightening. Margo's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock. Zeze straightened, her usual smirk disappearing as the weight of the revelation hit her. Xyrille's breath caught, her hand gripping the edge of the table so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"No..." Matt muttered, his voice barely audible, his blazing aura flickering. "That's... impossible."

Gabriel stepped forward, his eyes filled with a fury that Ella had never seen before. He grabbed her by the shoulders, his grip almost bruising. "You knew?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. "You knew this whole time?"

Ella didn't flinch, but her heart shattered at the betrayal in his eyes. She forced herself to hold his gaze, feeling the tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "Yes. I didn't want to lie... but I had to. I had no choice."

"No choice?" Gabriel spat, shoving her back. She stumbled, nearly falling, but Margo reached out, steadying her. "You've been hiding this from us while we've been fighting for our lives?"

"Gabriel, stop!" Margo snapped, standing between them. Her eyes burned with a fierce, protective light. "This isn't helping."

Gabriel turned on her, his breath coming in harsh gasps, but Margo held her ground. She placed a hand on his chest, trying to calm the storm raging inside him.

Xyrille stepped forward, gently helping Ella stand. She shot Gabriel a sharp glare, her usually composed face twisted with anger. "That's enough, Gabriel."

Ella's knees felt weak. She glanced at Matt, who had turned his back, fists still clenched. Owen's wings twitched, and Zeze's gaze remained cold, calculating.

Margo slowly released Gabriel and turned back to Ella. "Is this why you're here? Why you came to Creation World?"

Ella hesitated, then nodded slowly. "I'm trying to make things right. I want to stop her. I want to end this... before it's too late."

A heavy silence fell over the room once more, the weight of Ella's confession settling into the cracks of their fragile alliance. For the first time, the Saviors of Creation felt less like heroes and more like fractured souls, struggling to grasp the truth amidst a world of shadows.