Chapter 475 Opening The Ivory Reliquary
Chapter 475 Opening The Ivory Reliquary
While Rin and Oakley were busy crafting their next move against Raven, Thorian was rushed to the hospital.
In truth, Raven could have healed him far faster using her silver needles. But she didn’t. Not because she couldn’t–but because she didn’t want to.
Every second counted now. Cassian was still missing, and she couldn’t afford to waste even a moment on anyone else. Not even someone who took a blow meant for her.
Since her search around Indigo Lab had yielded nothing, and logic suggested that if Cassian was injured, he might seek help at a hospital, Raven had come straight to the largest medical facility in Broson City.
“Miss Valor, the Chariot’s surgery was successful,” one of Saxon’s men reported as she combed through surveillance feeds.
Raven looked up. “Keep someone on him. Watch for anything unusual.”
By all accounts, Thorian showing up near Indigo Lab while chasing leads on Cassian wasn’t out of the ordinary.
But something about it just didn’t sit right with her.
“Yes, ma’am,” the agent replied before turning to leave.
Raven continued scanning the footage.
Meanwhile, in a quiet room upstairs, Thorian had already regained consciousness.
He listened intently, hoping to hear the sound of footsteps he knew by heart… but none came. Eventually, he sat up, bitter disappointment clouding his face.
He’d taken a near–fatal blow to save her. And yet, all Raven cared about was that useless man. She hadn’t even come to
check on him.
All this time, he’d believed he was the most important person at her side. But it seemed, in her eyes, he wasn’t even worth as much as a man she’d barely known for a month.
Thorian stared at the door, rage simmering beneath the surface.
Cassian cannot be allowed to return alive. He won’t let it happen. Ever.
Back in the surveillance room, Raven had exhausted all the lab’s security footage–and still come up empty–handed.
She sighed and shifted her focus inward, using her consciousness to glance into the Ring of Life, where Benedict was still lying unconscious.
Right now, he was the only one who might know what had happened that day.
If she were still in her previous world, she’d have a seventy–percent chance of saving him. But here, too many key herbs didn’t exist, and reviving Benedict… was far more difficult.
Just then, something caught her eye.
Near Benedict, nestled in the folds of fabric inside the Ring of Life, was a familiar object–the Ivory Reliquary, the one she had gotten from Helena.
If this reliquary truly came from her old world, there might be something important inside.
With that thought, Raven immediately pulled it out.
She examined it carefully for a few seconds. And then, without meaning to, she placed her palm over its surface.
A soft, silver glow spread across the reliquary like moonlight.
The next moment, the tightly sealed artifact… clicked open on its own.
Raven had expected a relic–something valuable, some powerful tool from her previous life. But when the glow faded, all she found was a single, small chip, resting silently atop embroidered silk.
She blinked in surprise. A communications chip. Ordinary. Commonplace–at least in her former world.
Her brows furrowed. “Why would someone put this… inside a high–security reliquary and bring it all the way across worlds?”
As she stared at the chip, lost in thought, footsteps echoed in the corridor outside.
Thinking it was the tech from the surveillance room returning, she stepped out with the chip in hand.
“Miss Valor.”
Successfully unlocked!
She looked up and saw not a technician–but til Emperor of that Sirke pire himself, walking toward her.
Raven’s voice was cool as ever. “What do you want?”
Back at Indigo Lab, she had already been puzzled by his strangely deferential attitude. For someone of his status and power, there was no reason to be so cautious around her–a junior member of the Star God Association in name only.
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Chapter 475 Opening The Ivory Reliquary
But now, he smiled warmly, almost too warmly, and began, “Miss Valor, I was wondering if you could tell me-”
He never finished the sentence. His eyes suddenly locked onto the chip in her hand.
And in that instant, his pupils shrank. She saw it clearly–the sharp contraction, the flash of terror on his face.
She raised the chip and asked, voice low and sharp, “You recognize this?”
