Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra

Lucavion leaned back against the cavern wall, the flickering firelight casting long shadows across his face. His dark eyes flicked toward Aeliana, who had drifted into a restless but peaceful sleep not long after drinking the tea he’d prepared. Her delicate frame was curled slightly on her side, her breathing slow and even, the tension that had gripped her features finally softened.

He tilted his head, watching her with a faint smirk tugging at his lips. For all her fiery words and defiant glare, there was something almost childlike in the way she slept—vulnerable, as though she’d let her guard down for the first time in a long while.

“What a needy girl,” he muttered under his breath, the words laced with a mix of exasperation and quiet amusement. His tone was soft, his voice barely carrying over the crackle of the fire. Find your next read at My Virtual Library Empire

His smirk faltered slightly as his gaze lingered on her. The warmth of the firelight played against her pale features, and for a moment, he thought about the weight of her words earlier—about her anger, her pain, her despair. It wasn’t the first time he had seen someone so trapped within themselves, but there was something different about Aeliana. Something raw. Something unfinished.

‘What drives you to hold on, even when you think you’ve already given up?’ he wondered, his smirk fading entirely into something more contemplative. ‘You’re stronger than you think, but it’s buried so deep you don’t even see it.’

He rested his forearm on his knee, his fingers idly tapping against his blade’s hilt as he turned his gaze back to the fire. The shadows danced wildly, mirroring the restless thoughts that flickered through his mind.

‘I suppose that’s why I can’t quite leave you alone.’

The thought surprised even him, and he let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re trouble,” he murmured, glancing back at her sleeping form. “And I seem to attract it.”

But there was no malice in his words, no bitterness. If anything, there was a faint trace of something warmer—an echo of the quiet care that had driven him to pull her away from the abyss earlier, even at his own expense.

He shifted slightly, pulling his coat tighter around himself as the firelight began to dim. His [Flame of Equinox] stirred faintly within him, and with a flick of his hand, he added a gentle pulse of mana to the embers, coaxing them back to life.

The soft glow filled the cavern once more, chasing away the chill of the night. Lucavion leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes closing briefly.

“Rest up, little ember,” he murmured softly, more to himself than to her. “You’ve got a long way to go.”

The faintest hint of a smile played on his lips as he allowed the calm of the moment to settle over him. For now, at least, the storm of their shared journey had quieted.

His gaze drifted over Aeliana’s sleeping form, his smirk fading as the faint flicker of firelight illuminated the dark marks that sprawled across her body. They crept up her neck, coiling around her arms, and vanished beneath the folds of her clothing. On her pale face, which was already devoid of the warmth most people took for granted, the black streaks distorted her features further, adding an unnatural sharpness that even sleep couldn’t smooth away.

He exhaled softly, his dark eyes narrowing as he leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand. ‘No wonder she sees herself this way.’ The marks were more than just blemishes—they were scars, visible evidence of the weight she carried every day. A reminder of her affliction, her supposed weakness, and the rejection she’d endured because of it.

To most, it was no doubt a reflection of what she had come to believe about herself: that she was broken. Ugly. Unworthy. He could see how those thoughts would fester, how they would grow like a shadow cast by the black lines on her skin.

But to him, the marks were just that—marks. Evidence of a story still being written, of struggles endured but not yet lost.

He tilted his head slightly, his voice soft but firm as he murmured, “But well, whether you trust me or not, you’re going to get cured. No matter what.”

His words hung in the air, low and resolute. They weren’t a declaration for her to hear or an empty promise meant to soothe her fears. They were a statement of intent, a quiet vow spoken to himself. After all, her curing process had already begun, whether she realized it or not.

There was a reason why he had sought her out, why he had gone to such lengths to ensure they crossed paths here of all places. This wasn’t just a coincidence. Lucavion knew this place, and understood its significance far better than most. It had been described in painstaking detail in Shattered Innocence, nestled within one of the side stories between the volumes—a fleeting yet critical event that served as a hinge for the larger narrative.

The descriptions came back to him now, vivid and precise. The mysterious ruins, the vortexes that warped space, the corrupted energy that seeped into everything—this place was more than just dangerous. It was alive with possibilities, a crossroads where paths converged and fates were rewritten.

And at the center of it all, Aeliana.

‘This is where it starts,’ Lucavion thought, his dark gaze sharpening as it lingered on her sleeping face. ‘The point where everything changes for you.’

Her cure wouldn’t come easily. It would take more than just the right circumstances and the right place. There were trials ahead, choices she’d have to make, and truths she’d have to face. But he’d brought her here because he knew—knew with the certainty of someone who had read her story before it had ever been written—that this was where she would find the chance to reclaim herself.

His smirk returned, faint but laced with a quiet determination. ‘You might hate me now, little ember. You might never trust me. But trust isn’t what matters.’

He leaned back against the wall, folding his arms as his gaze flicked to the flickering firelight. The embers mirrored the faint glow of [Flame of Equinox] deep within his core, its warmth steadying him in the chill of the cavern.

‘What matters is that you’ll burn bright again.’

With that thought, he allowed his eyes to close briefly, the faint crackle of the fire and the soft rhythm of Aeliana’s breathing filling the cavern. For now, he let the quiet settle, knowing that the storm wasn’t over yet.

It was just the eye.

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Aeliana’s eyes fluttered open, the dim glow of firelight greeting her. The gentle crackle of flames filled the air, a soft rhythm that coaxed her fully into wakefulness. For a moment, she lay still, her mind hazy as she tried to piece together where she was.

Then it all came back.

The cavern. The fire. Luca.

She sat up slowly, her fingers brushing against the cool stone beneath her. The faint ache of exhaustion lingered in her limbs, but it was dulled now, muted by the warmth of rest and the lingering fullness from her earlier meal.

Her amber eyes scanned the space, noting the faint shadows flickering along the jagged walls. The fire still burned steadily in the center of the cavern, but the place felt emptier, quieter.

Luca was gone.

Aeliana’s brow furrowed as she glanced around, her gaze darting to the cavern entrance and then to the scattered belongings nearby. His pack was still there, the makeshift bedroll untouched.

She pushed herself to her feet, her movements slow and careful as she adjusted to the faint dizziness that clung to her.

“Hm…” she murmured, her voice quiet as she steadied herself.

Wrapping her arms around her midsection, she stepped closer to the fire, the warmth seeping into her skin. She stared into the dancing flames.

‘Where did he go?’

The question lingered in her mind, a flicker of unease creeping in. She wasn’t sure whether it was his absence or the fact that she was even concerned about it that bothered her more.

Her gaze flicked to the cavern entrance again, and she took a hesitant step toward it, her bare feet brushing against the rough stone. The cool air wafted in from outside, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth.

“Did he just… leave?” she muttered under her breath, the thought sparking a mix of irritation and confusion.

“I did not.”

Aeliana flinched at the sound of his voice, sharp and calm, cutting through her thoughts like the crackle of the fire. Her amber eyes snapped to the entrance of the cavern as Luca’s figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the warm glow of the flames.

Her breath hitched.

There was blood smeared across his clothes and the faint sheen of sweat on his brow. His dark hair clung slightly to his forehead, and faint scratches marred his exposed skin. Over his shoulder, he carried what looked like the remnants of a creature—its limp form dangling lifelessly, its scaled hide torn in places.

Her chest tightened, unease twisting in her stomach. “You…” she started, her voice wavering slightly. “What… happened?”

Luca dropped the creature unceremoniously near the fire, brushing his hands together as if ridding them of invisible dust. He glanced at her, his smirk faint but present, though it lacked its usual arrogance.

“Monsters,” he said simply, his tone casual as though he were discussing the weather. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Her eyes flicked to the blood on his shirt, then back to his face. “You fought them?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Obviously.” He crouched down by the fire, his movements unhurried, and grabbed a nearby cloth to clean his hands. “They were getting too close. Couldn’t have them stumbling in here, could we?”

Aeliana stared at him, her thoughts spinning. Despite his usual confidence, there was something grounding about the way he spoke—like it was just another task he had taken upon himself without question.

“You…” She trailed off, her throat tightening.

Luca glanced up, his dark eyes locking onto hers. He tilted his head slightly, his expression softening. “Remember,” he said, his voice quiet but steady. “I promised. I’m not leaving you here.”

Her breath hitched again, his words cutting through her doubts with disarming ease. The fear, the uncertainty, the lingering anger—all of it seemed to waver, replaced by something quieter, something she didn’t quite know how to name.

“Why?” she asked, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound composed. “Why go that far?”

Luca leaned back slightly, his smirk returning, though it carried a faint edge of weariness now. “Because I said I would,” he replied simply.

The simplicity of his words struck her harder than she expected, leaving her momentarily speechless.

He glanced at the creature’s body, then back to her. “If you’re feeling strong enough, maybe you can use that gourmet expertise of yours to tell me if this thing’s edible,” he said, his tone light and teasing.

Aeliana blinked, caught off guard by the abrupt shift in tone. “You’re ridiculous,” she muttered, though there was no bite in her words.

“I hear that a lot.”

He answered with a smile.

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Hope you liked the recent chapters. I just got my new PC, and I can finally play some games now—-> If I have time….which seems that I don’t…