All Chapters of The Ascent of Jeffery Flamel; Restoring Alchemy's Legacy : Chapter 201
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CHAPTER 201
For a moment, Rita forgot how to breathe.The whisper hung in the air—soft like silk, cracked like glass, real. Rain slid down the barred window like veins of silver, pooling on the floor between them."Jeffery?" she breathed.The chains clicked again, slower this time, like the faint movement of someone testing their own limbs after too long a silence. A shadow stirred behind the bars."Rita..." his voice was rough, as though each word scraped against rust.She pressed closer, her fingers curling around the cold steel, "It's me. You need to stay calm, okay? I came for you."No answer. Only a shudder, and then a faint cough that turned into a wheeze.But Jeffery was thinking deep within himself: I could have saved myself if I wanted, Rita...Rita's chest tightened. She had imagined this moment a hundred ways—him angry, broken, lifeless—but not this. Not this fragile quiet that felt heavier than pain.She fumbled for the lock. Her hands were shaking, not from fear, but from the relief
CHAPTER 202
The rain had slowed to a drizzle, leaving the streets slick and shimmering under the dim city lights. Jeffery and Rita pressed themselves against the shadow of a nearby wall, gasping for air, each heartbeat hammering in their ears.Jeffery could have easily escaped alongside Rita with his supernatural speed or even break through the walls, but he couldn't. Although Serah had healed him, his Ether was almost depleted. He was even weaker than Rita at this moment. And the tug of the Dark Stone on his soul was making everything worse."Think anyone saw us?" Rita whispered, voice tight with adrenaline. Her fingers traced the wet bricks, grounding herself against the cold.Jeffery shook his head slowly, eyes scanning the street. "No one. Not yet. But we can't stay here."I can't even stand, he thought within himself as his legs trembled slightly, betraying the exhaustion he had fought to suppress.The hum of the Dark Stone had faded, but Jeffery could still feel the faint echo of it beneath
CHAPTER 203
For the first time in a long while, Jeffery's heartbeat didn't sound like a countdown to something terrible. It was quiet in the room—too quiet—and that silence, rather than bringing peace, only made the absence heavier.He leaned on the crate, his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes staring at the floorboards. His mind wasn't here. It was pacing, searching, clawing through the empty space inside him where something sacred should have been.The Philosopher's Stone.The thought hit again, harder this time, and his chest constricted. His breathing turned shallow. He reached instinctively into his pocket again as if hoping reality had made a mistake—but his fingers met only air and the soft lining of his coat.Gone.No, he thought within himself. It's supposed to be with me! It's supposed to be around!Ever since the day Dan Kimiko was killed, he had kept the Philosopher's Stone close to him. He couldn't risk it being stolen seeing how powerful it was. And now he couldn't find the ston
CHAPTER 204
After Jeffery finished talking, the crimson light pulsed once more before settling into stillness. The air grew heavy, humming with quiet energy as the glow faded from the room. For a moment, neither Jeffery nor Rita spoke. Their eyes were locked in the Philosopher's Stone which was in Jeffery's hands. It still felt like a dream but the stone was very much alive—Ether and Qi pulsing through it."How... how did it—" Rita began, but her words faltered as the light flickered again, this time brighter, sharper.What's... Jeffery's expression changed—his pupils dilated, his body going still. The glow from the Stone intensified, wrapping around him like a shroud of molten light."Jeffery?" Rita stepped closer, alarmed. "Hey—Jeff, talk to me—!"He didn't hear her. He couldn't.The light enveloped him completely, and before she could reach out, Jeffery's body jerked once before going still—and then his consciousness was pulled away.He was standing once again in that boundless expanse of ligh
CHAPTER 205
The sound of boots echoed down the corridor. Guards rushed through the narrow passage, their flashlights slicing through the darkness as they reached Cell 57—and froze.The heavy iron door hung open, the hinges warped and blackened as if exposed to unbearable heat. Chains lay scattered across the floor, melting and fused to the concrete. A faint shimmer—like the residue of lightning—lingered in the air.One of the guards swallowed hard. "Sir... what the hell happened here? It looks like something from a sci-fi movie hit here!"The warden stepped forward, his eyes narrowing st the sight, "This cell was sealed. There's no way he—""I can't believe Jeffery Flamel is gone," another guard interrupted, his voice breaking slightly. "We checked every camera feed. He didn't leave through the corridors. He didn't even open the door. He just... vanished."The warden's jaw tightened, "Pull the surveillance."The guard held up the tablet, shaking. The footage played: Jeffery sitting motionless on
CHAPTER 206
The double doors of the Eden Mansion creaked open just as dawn came. Cold winds seeped into the parlor, causing the curtains to sway gently.The fire in the parlor had long died, leaving the place cloaked in chill and silence. The chandeliers hung above in the ceiling, illuminating the entire place softly with golden lights.Aadam stepped across the threshold, shoes dragging faintly against marble. His once-tailored suit was in tatters, and the forest's dirt clung to his collar. But his posture—tall, proud, whole—was wrong. No broken man should walk like that.I hope she's still at home, he thought within himself. I can't wait to surprise her with good news...From the staircase above, Cora froze. For a heartbeat, she thought she was staring at a ghost.She had seen Jeffery kick him so hard his spine snapped. She had watched as the guards carried him about of the ballroom. And then he had totally vanished afterwards. No trace of him was found.She had been terrified that Jeffery had s
CHAPTER 207
The Prescott estate loomed beneath the morning fog—its towers shrouded in silence, the grand gates closed to visitors. Only a handful of bodyguard stood watch, their faces pale with fatigue and grief.The family had gone underground since the murders. Since Harold and Prescott and his son were buried, the entire city had turned its eyes towards them—half in sympathy, half in suspicion.And into that silence, Aadam and Cora came.Their car pulled up at the gravel path, tires whispering against the cold earth. Aadam stepped out first, dressed in black, his hair slicked back, his demeanor calm—too calm for a man whose 'friends' had just died.Cora followed behind, her smile restrained but polished—the perfect picture of concern and sympathy.They were led through the gates and into the grand hall, where portraits of the Prescott bloodline lined the walls—their eyes watching, silent, accusing.At the far end of the room sat Mrs. Evelyn Prescott, widow of the late Harold, flanked by two of
CHAPTER 208
By noon, the Prescott estate buzzed with life for the first time in months. The banners had been redone, servants hurried through the corridors, and news crews gathered at the gates. The press didn't know exactly why—nothing had been revealed to them. The only thing they knew was that Mrs. Evelyn Prescott was making a 'historic announcement'.Inside, the great dining hall gleamed under crystal chandeliers. Aadam and Cora entered arm in arm, perfectly dressed—his black suit pressed sharp as a blade, her emerald gown flowing like water. They looked every bit the noble pair stepping into destiny.Mrs. Prescott stood at the head of the long mahogany table, flanked by her brothers-in-law Leon and Martin. A team of legal clerks sat nearby, documents ready, whole two journalists adjusted their cameras for the official statement.The air reeked of nobility, formality and perfume—and something colder.Evelyn gestured to them, "Mr. and Mrs. Eden. Thank you for joining us."Cora smiled graciousl
CHAPTER 209
The news hit the city like a storm, thundering through corporate towers, cafes, and slums alike. It created a buzz which caused an upheaval through the entire city, making people glued to the screens and papers.By evening, neon billboards flashes Aadam Eden's face—now a Prescott—alongside the Prescott crest—heir to a dynasty, architect of a new era. The Prescott estate's gates now bore his name, a polished stone etched into history. The elite toasted the alliance in private clubs; opportunists recalibrated their bets. The rest of the city buzzed—curious, envious, and restless for more."A strategic masterstroke," analysts murmured on TV, stock predictions bullish for Prescott Industries."A power play," others whispered pragmatically, eyes narrowed into slits."Or a betrayal?" a dissental dared, questioning if Aadam had been waiting in the shadows all along, biding his time. After all, the man had always been sly his entire life.At eight O'clock in the evening, Aadam stepped onto th
CHAPTER 210
Panic clawed at Rita Stirling's throat as she stormed through the marble halls of the Stirling family Mansion, the news replaying like a nightmarish scene on every screen. Aadam Eden, or worse still, Aadam Prescott. The name screamed across feeds, beneath headlines that might as well have read: FLAMEL'S DEMISE US COMING.Her fiancé, Jeffery Flamel—the alchemy genius, her ticket to securing the Stirling and Flamel legacies—was now a hunted man, thanks to the one person they had underestimated.All this while their attention had been focused on the late Daniel Stirling, Captain Daniel and the Prescotts, neglecting someone like Aadam who had remained silent for a long period of time.She burst into the study, slipping on the polished floor as she halted. Serah, the mysterious alchemist with eyes like crystal lakes, sat calmly sipping herbal tea, her expression a masked of detached curiosity. The room reeked of sandalwood incense, a scent that usually soothed Rita's nerves but now felt li