My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 422

Chapter 422: Chapter 422 STARLIGHT HALLWAY II

SERAPHINA’S POV

The moment I crossed the threshold, Kieran vanished.

One step, he was beside me, solid, steady, his awareness brushing mine like a second heartbeat.

The next—

Nothing.

I stopped, breath catching as I turned, already knowing what I would find.

Or rather, what I wouldn’t.

The hollow was gone. The mountain path, the ancient tree, Elias—all of it had dissolved into something vast and familiar.

Starlight stretched beneath my feet once more, soft and weightless, glowing with each step I took.

Above me, the endless expanse of violet and silver swirled like a living sky, constellations shifting in dazzling patterns.

The Starlight Hallway.

I exhaled, steadying myself and forcing the instinctive spike of disorientation back under control.

I guess the Origins Archives wasn’t built for companionship.

It was built for judgment.

For truth.

And truth, more often than not, was something you faced alone.

A flicker of awareness brushed my mind—Alina, quiet but present, her warmth a steady anchor beneath the vastness pressing in around us.

‘You’re not alone,’ she murmured.

“I know,” I whispered.

A pulse of light rippled outward beneath my feet, subtle but deliberate, and then—

‘Seraphina Lockwood, you have returned.’

The voice threaded through me, not heard but felt, settling into my bones with familiarity.

“I have,” I said calmly.

‘Sooner than expected.’

There was something almost...curious in it now.

I lifted my chin, my gaze sweeping the shifting expanse. “I have another question.”

A faint flicker passed through the surrounding stars, like the echo of amusement.

‘You are indeed Edward’s daughter.’

My chest tightened, but I didn’t linger on the feeling.

“I bet you know why I’m here,” I said, my voice steady.

‘You mistake the Origins Archives as all-knowing. But only you know truly why you are here.’

A small smile tugged at my lips. “I forgot how cryptic you could be.”

There it was again—that small flicker that felt like amusement.

The path ahead of me unfolded, leading once more toward the circular dais at the center of the expanse.

‘You may ask your question.’

I closed my eyes for a brief moment, letting everything settle—the urgency, the pressure, the countless threads of chaos unraveling beyond this place.

Aaron.

The fragments of his mind.

The incomplete restorations.

Catherine.

Marcus.

Whatever they were planning.

The war that hadn’t fully begun—but was already in motion.

I didn’t have the luxury of asking something vague or personal.

I opened my eyes.

“How do I resolve the immediate crisis?”

Silence followed.

The stars dimmed slightly, the air tightening with something that felt like consideration.

Then—

‘The Archives do not resolve crises.’

I exhaled, unsurprised. “Of course you don’t.”

A faint ripple passed through the space, almost like acknowledgment.

‘You seek direction,’ the voice continued. ‘Not outcome.’

“I...guess.”

If I couldn’t get a solution, I’d settle for the way to reach it.

‘Your question cannot be answered as you have framed it.’

Frustration flickered, but I didn’t let it take root.

“Then reframe it for me.”

The starlight drew closer, brightening as though the space itself were narrowing its focus.

‘You do not lack knowledge of the threat,’ the voice said, calm and absolute. ‘You lack mastery of your own power.’

I went still as the words settled into me, not striking like a blow but sinking deeper.

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