Transmigrated Into a Cannon Fodder Phoenix, Stuck With the Ice Dragon-Chapter 128: Lady Ellaris

The room erupted.

Lucian was in front of me instantly, frost surging as he turned toward the mirror.

Auren’s wings flared out in reflex.

Celeste staggered back, Vaylen catching her just in time.

The mirror cracked.

A thin line split down the mirror’s surface like a wound.

Vivian pressed her palm against the glass from the other side, leaving a bloody print.

"Seraphina," she said hoarsely. Her voice was wrong, muffled, distorted, as if it had traveled through water and broken worlds to reach me. "You need to listen to me."

I shoved Lucian’s hand away and rushed toward the mirror.

"What is it?" My voice was shaky, "Hold on—let me get someone to pull you out of—"

"No," Vivian cut me off sharply. "I don’t have much time left."

My heart lurched, "What do you mean?"

Her breathing hitched. Blood slipped from the corner of her mouth as she swallowed it back.

"I’m holding her," she said. "Only for a little while. I forced the seal tighter than it was meant to go."

The crack in the mirror crept wider.

"I can’t keep doing this," she whispered. "That’s why I came now."

My chest tightened.

"Vivian, what are you talking about?"

She lifted her eyes to mine, blood slipping from her nose again.

"Seraphina... you deserve to know who you are," she said weakly. "The whole truth about your background. I was afraid I would die before I managed to tell you everything, so listen carefully—"

"No—no—no!" I clamped my hands over my ears and turned away, panic clawing up my throat.

I looked straight at Auren.

"Help me!" I cried. "Help my friend, please—"

Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them.

Auren’s expression changed instantly.

"Seraphina... don’t cry," he said sharply, moving toward me in one swift step. His wings flared, feathers humming with power as he cupped my face without hesitation. "Look at me. Breathe."

Lucian was beside us at once, frost crawling up his arm as he pulled me back against his chest, shielding me from the mirror. "Stop," he commanded softly. "You’re safe. I’ve got you."

The mirror groaned.

Vivian sucked in a breath on the other side, panic flashing across her face.

"Seraphina, don’t—" she coughed, blood staining the glass. "Your tears... she can feel them—"

Auren turned sharply toward the mirror, his voice ringing with authority.

"I’ll take over the anchor," he said. "Not fully but enough to buy time."

"You can’t, my lord..." Vivian whispered. "Pegasus souls—"

"I know," he cut in. "That’s why it’ll hurt me instead."

He slammed his palm against the floor.

A burst of silver-white feathers exploded outward, forming glowing sigils that wrapped around the mirror like chains made of light.

The cracking slowed. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

For a brief moment, it looked like it might work.

Then the mirror moved, not breaking or resisting.

It rippled like someone had thrown a stone into deep water.

The glowing chains sank into the surface, their light bending, stretching... and then disappearing completely, as if they had been swallowed.

Auren stiffened. "That’s not right," he muttered.

The mirror pulsed once.

Vivian screamed softly on the other side as the pressure snapped back. Blood ran freely now, smearing the glass beneath her hand.

"This place isn’t made of air or land!" she gasped. "Lord Auren—stop—!"

Auren staggered back, his wings trembling as pain shot through him.

"It’s not fighting me," he said through clenched teeth. "It’s not even reacting. It’s like my power doesn’t exist."

Lucian moved without thinking.

Frost surged across the floor toward the mirror and vanished the instant it touched the glass.

Gone.

Lucian froze.

"Water," he said quietly. Then his expression darkened. "No. Something deeper."

The mirror dimmed, its surface turning dark and heavy, like a window into the bottom of the sea.

The air shifted.

"Lord Auren, you need to undo it or we won’t have time!" Vivian shouted hoarsely. Then her voice cracked. "No—no! I just need to tell Seraphina... while I still can."

Her voice was so weak that my chest tightened, panic spilling over as I sobbed. "I’m here," I whispered, pressing my hand to the mirror. "I’m here... please."

My fingers shook. "Tell me. Tell me everything."

Vivian’s breath came shallow and uneven.

"So... the first thing," she began, forcing the words out, "I’m sorry. I never meant to lie to you."

I shook my head. "Just talk."

She nodded weakly.

"I was sent by your mother," Vivian said. "She asked me to take you somewhere safe. Somewhere far from magic. Somewhere Elyndra couldn’t reach."

My heart skipped.

"This world," Vivian continued softly, "was your original world."

Lucian went still behind me.

"Your mother received a warning," Vivian said. "A message from the Oracles. They saw everything—your birth, the tears, the rebirths... even what’s happening now."

Blood stained the glass as she swallowed hard.

"Your mother’s name was Lady Aelira," Vivian said quietly.

The name settled into my chest like something half-remembered.

"She was the one who asked me to take you away," Vivian continued. "Not because she feared this world... but because she feared what would happen to you in it."

My throat tightened.

"The Oracles didn’t just see danger," Vivian said. "They saw pursuit."

Lucian’s voice was low, "Elyndra."

Vivian shook her head, "I’m sorry, but it was not Elyndra at that time..."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my forehead was already deepened with frowns.

"It’s too long, let me explain the reason first," She gulped, "Your tears were already waking," she said. "Even as a child. Lady Aelira knew that if you stayed here, fairies like Elyndra would sense you sooner or later."

The mirror trembled faintly.

"She chose a world without magic," Vivian went on. "A place where your power would sleep. Where your tears would stay quiet."

My fingers pressed harder against the glass.

Vivian’s voice trembled.

"She knew it would cost her," she whispered. "Once you were gone, someone had to stay behind."

My chest tightened. "Why?"

"To lie," Vivian said softly. "To mislead. To make fairies believe you were still here."

Blood slipped from her nose.

"Your mother let them see her," Vivian continued. "Let them think she was guarding something precious. Let them chase her instead of you."

Lucian’s breath hitched.

"She could have escaped," I whispered. "Couldn’t she?"

Vivian looked at me, eyes full of grief. "Yes," she said. "But if she ran... they would have followed."

The mirror trembled faintly.

"So she stayed," Vivian said. "She stayed long enough for the trail to go cold."

My hands shook.

"And when they finally reached her..." My voice broke, and I couldn’t finish.

Vivian nodded once.

"She didn’t beg," she said softly. "She didn’t curse fate. She only asked me to make sure you lived."

"I don’t understand," I whispered, shaking my head as everything crashed down on me at once. "What is so important about me... that she would protect me with her life?"

Vivian sucked in a sharp breath, pain flickering across her face.

"Seraphina..." she started, then stopped.

Slowly, she shook her head.

"No," she corrected herself weakly. "I should call you Lady Ellaris."

The title made my chest tighten.

"As I told you," Vivian continued, her voice trembling, "your tears are not just rare. They are... dangerous."

I swallowed hard.

The mirror shuddered faintly.

"In the wrong hands," Vivian whispered, "they could change this world. Not all at once... but slowly. Quietly. Until nothing remains the same."

My breath came uneven.

"That’s why your mother protected you," she said gently. "Not because you were weak."

Her voice softened further.

"But because you carried something that should never be forced into the wrong hands."

She met my eyes through the glass.

"And because you were kind enough... to be hurt by it."