The Incubus System Chapter 1480. Holy Resonance Awakening
The Incubus System Chapter 1480. Holy Resonance Awakening
Larry’s eyes went wide. “Yes.”
Astra stopped.
Larry pointed quickly. “This. This!”
The moment he said it, Astra and Puriel looked at each other.
And somehow, the room got colder.
Because both angels recognized it.
At the same time.
Their faces changed.
Puriel’s expression tightened with disbelief.
Astra’s jaw hardened.
Then they said a name together.
“Liora.”
Silence.
I blinked. “…Who?”
Astra folded her arms, but her expression stayed grim. “Liora.”
Puriel’s voice was quieter. “One of the High Choir.”
Larry looked between them. “High Choir sounds like a school club with terrifying funding.”
“It is not a club,” Astra said.
“Noted.”
Puriel continued, eyes still on Larry. “She is an angel whose authority specializes in hymns, dream guidance, and holy resonance awakening.”
My gaze darkened. “Awakening.”
Astra nodded.
“She does not usually contact random humans. If she reached him, it means she was either ordered to search for holy traces…”
“Or she found one by accident,” Puriel added.
I didn’t like either option.
“Is she loyal to Aurelion?”
Astra’s silence answered before her mouth did.
Then she said, “Most High Choir angels are loyal to the throne.”
“Most.”
Astra looked at me.
“Loira is… complicated.”
I laughed once.
Cold.
“Of course she is.”
Because no one in the light dimension was ever simple.
Larry lifted one hand carefully. “So on the danger scale, where is she?”
Puriel looked at him. “She is not cruel.”
I relaxed slightly.
Then Astra added, “But she is devout.”
I stopped relaxing. “Meaning?”
Astra’s gaze sharpened.
“Meaning if she believes awakening your holy blood serves the Light Dimension, she may consider it salvation rather than harm.”
Larry slowly leaned back into the couch.
“…I hate religious recruitment.”
“Same,” I muttered. “Can your veil block her?”
Puriel hesitated.
Bad sign.
“Against a normal dream guide, yes.”
“And against her?”
Astra answered instead. “It will slow her.”
I closed my eyes. “Great.”
“She will notice resistance if she tries again,” Puriel said. “But she may not know who placed the veil.”
Larry grimaced. “That sounds like hiding under a blanket from a sniper.”
“Accurate,” Shadow said from the shelf.
Larry looked at the cat. “Not helpful.”
“I am decorative now. Help is optional.”
I rubbed my face.
Celia stepped fully out of the kitchen, concern written across her face. “So what now?”
Good question.
Terrible question.
I looked at Larry.
He looked back at me.
Trying to be brave.
Trying not to show how scared he was.
My jaw tightened. “No accepting power,” I said.
Larry nodded immediately. “No answering dream songs.”
Nefaris smiled faintly. “My love, you sound like you are teaching a child not to take candy from strangers.”
I looked at her. “That is literally what this is.”
Syntyche hummed. “Holy candy.”
“Worse,” I said. “Destiny candy.”
Larry shuddered. “Gross.”
Astra’s gaze stayed on me.
“You know this means they are already expanding their search.”
“Yeah,” I said.
Puriel’s eyes softened. “Ethan…”
I raised one hand.
Not to silence her harshly.
Just because if she comforted me right now, I might actually lose the calm.
“I know.”
And I did.
The king’s shadow was spreading.
I looked at Larry again.
Then at Puriel and Astra.
“Next time she tries,” I said quietly, “I want to know.”
Puriel nodded. “I can anchor the veil to alert us if pressure comes.”
“Do it.”
Astra studied me. “And if she comes personally?”
My eyes turned cold. “Then she can explain to my face why she’s touching my friend.”
No one joked after that.
Not even Larry.
Which was how I knew my voice had come out worse than I intended.
Larry finally let out a long breath and rubbed both hands over his face.
“I guess that’s all for now?”
His voice was tired.
Not joking tired.
Actually tired.
“I mean… we can’t do anything more, right?”
I looked at Puriel.
Then Astra.
Puriel looked reluctant, but she nodded. “The veil is in place. I can anchor it later with a stronger ward if he sleeps here, but for now, it should protect him against casual contact.”
Astra added, “If Loira tries again, we will sense pressure.”
Larry grimaced.
“Love the phrase casual contact when talking about holy dream invasion.”
“Same,” I muttered.
Then I exhaled and nodded.
“I guess that’s all we can do for now.”
Larry slapped both hands on his knees and stood up.
“Okay.”
He stretched his back, then pointed at me with the casual entitlement of a man who had just survived divine recruitment and now wanted transportation service.
“Now open the portal, buddy. I need to go home.”
I stared at him.
Somehow, he said it like I was his butler.
His demonic taxi service.
I slowly narrowed my eyes. “Excuse me?”
Larry blinked innocently. “What?”
“You are talking to the Crown Prince of the Dark Dimension.”
Larry nodded. “And my friend.”
I opened my mouth.
Closed it.
Damn.
That one worked.
I hated when friendship defeated royalty.
“Fine, fine,” I muttered, raising my hand. “Your Highness Larry wants a ride home.”
Larry smiled. “I accept the title.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“I already did.”
I was about to open the portal when Larry suddenly stopped.
Not naturally.
Not casually.
He froze with that look.
His eyes moved to Astra.
Then to Puriel.
Then back toward me.
His brows lowered slightly.
His eyes narrowed.
The gears in his head turned.
And based on my experience?
That expression always meant trouble.
Not immediate death trouble.
Worse.
Larry idea trouble.
I slowly lowered my hand. “Why are you making that face?”
Larry didn’t answer immediately.
He looked thoughtful now.
Then he placed one hand on his chin like he was a strategist in a war council instead of a college student standing in my expensive witch cave living room.
“How about…”
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”
“I know enough.”
“How about,” he continued anyway, “I do the same as Ethan did?”
I frowned. “What I did?”
Larry swept his hair back dramatically. Then he smirked with the confidence of a man who had learned nothing from surviving today. “I will seduce her.”