To Lyger 0: Oh, we'll see about that…

Adrien let out a quiet breath, leaning back in his seat near the bow of their mercifully-undamaged boat. It was over. Miraculous Ladybug had stabilized the temple and healed their injuries, though Art had been blinking owlishly with the aftereffects of a mild concussion on their return to the boat. The return through the ruins to the boat had been uneventful; before leaving, they had paused at the edge of the bowl-shaped depression in which the ruins lay so Hato Gozen and Aqua Bug could take pictures of the now-cleared ruins. Poseidon had muttered quietly to himself, scanning the area carefully, while Aqua Noir and Peregrino del Mar had searched the seafloor for any sign of Nerarchos, Night Bat, or Jagerin. They had not stayed long, but the mad mage had not reappeared. There had been a flash of movement on the far side of the depression, though when Aqua Noir had focused his attention on it, the movement had vanished, not to return. Olivet had held the Miracle Box close, cradling it against her chest while they ascended. On reaching the boat, Francisco had sprawled out on the floor, eyes closed, rubbing the spot where he had been shot.

They had found Atlantis, and they had survived.

The boat ride back to Athens was a quiet one. Adrien stretched his legs out as best he could in the somewhat-cramped space in front of the pilothouse, Marinette's head on his chest and his arms around her shoulders. She had closed her eyes the moment she had sat down, not opening them as the others filled in the space around them, or when Dimitrios had started the engine, or even when the motorboat had revved up to speed and begun skimming across the waves back toward Athens. Art and Francisco had taken the benches behind the pilothouse, sprawling out and falling quickly asleep; opposite Adrien and Marinette, Mira and Claire looked down at the aqua-blue Miracle Box which Claire had yet to release after Aqua Bug had handed it to her. Above them, five Kwamis hovered, whispering quietly and gesturing toward the box.

"I was starting to think that maybe we had seen the last of Night Bat," Mira grumbled, folding her arms. "Maybe the Tarasque had just… killed him." She let out a huff. "I should have known that was too much to hope."

Adrien groaned, rolling his neck and blinking away the exhaustion from their underwater ordeal. He shrugged. "He's back," he agreed. "But we can deal with him. The important thing is that he didn't win today."

Marinette stirred in Adrien's arms, and he squeezed her shoulders gently. "What I want to know," she began, glancing up at him with worry in her eyes, "is where he got another miraculous from? He wasn't alone today. And that could be more trouble for us."

"That Chikushou Bat has been trouble for over a thousand years," Mira retorted hotly. "How can things get any worse now?"

"If he comes back to Paris…" Marinette's voice trailed off, and the looked out to sea for a long moment. "We just got the Bee back from them; now the Lynchpin-ions have another miraculous to use against us."

Adrien raised an eyebrow helplessly, tightening his hold on her. "It doesn't matter how many miraculous he tries to use to fight us, we will stop him. Father and Natalie couldn't beat us. Lila couldn't beat us. Sandy couldn't beat us. We'll get all the miraculous away from Night Bat and the Lynchpin – one way or the other."

Marinette nodded slowly. "So, where do you think this one was?"

"Thinking about going to check and see if there are any more there?" asked Mira arching an eyebrow at her humorlessly.

Marinette shrugged.

"Where did we find miraculous?" Adrien answered her rhetorically. "Islands in the middle of the ocean, street fairs, playgrounds, bottom of the ocean… This one was probably just lying around somewhere, waiting to be found." He let out a breath. "Unfortunately, this time Night Bat found it first."

Marinette hummed, glancing across the boat at Claire. "Still, at least we found the Atlantean Miracle Box," she mused. "That ought to count for something."

"I still don't believe it," whispered Claire, shaking her head ruefully and looking up at Paxx with wide eyes. The Kwamis turned to look at her, all with solemn expressions on their faces. Claire let out a breath, running a finger over the box's lid. "When I read the news stories about the Heroes of Paris, I thought there must be some mistake, that they had to be something else. Even after arriving in Paris, I still didn't fully believe that there really were more miraculous – or at least more that went with the Dove and Bat, all of them part of a set. Emilie and Wang explained it all to me, but it was so…"

"'Miraculous'?" Adrien supplied, smirking.

"… incredible," Claire finished. She looked down at the box. "But now I really do see it all with my own eyes. It was all true. All of it. My ancestors were not so alone, after all. Even if they never saw another miraculous user." Turning the box in her hands, she held it upright. Adrien and Marinette both leaned forward to examine it more closely. The aqua-blue coloration didn't extend to the whole box; the bottom third transitioned into a darker shade of blue, tinged with green. Like their own Miracle Box, the Atlantean Box consisted of layered tiers, each one ringed with pull-out drawers. A small green-gold symbol was inset on each drawer, depicting the miraculous it would contain. On the top level were two central doors that formed a circle, a jagged line separating them; six slots for miraculous ringed the circle. Turning the box slightly, Claire pointed to one of the doors around the circle. "This is where the Dove Miraculous would go; that's where the Bat will be."

"Once we put him in the ground," Mira muttered under her breath.

Ignoring her, Claire rotated the box, pointing a little further down: "Fish, Falcon, Lynx… they're all right here – at least… nineteen of them?"

"Are any miraculous still in the box?" asked Mira, tilting her head to study the box more closely.

Claire held it up and shook. Water sloshed and ran out of several of the drawers, and she shook her head. Her shoulders slumped. "I don't think so."

Paxx sighed heavily, dropping a little lower in the air. "That's too bad. I had hoped Anaa would be here."

"There really are a lot of our brothers and sisters missing," Perry agreed, patting Paxx on the shoulder.

"I do hope Anaa is okay…" Ikkthi fretted, looking back and forth between Perry and Paxx, who nodded their agreement.

"She's always been one of the strong ones," Tikki assured them hesitantly. "But I hope she turns up soon…"

"You keep talking about her," Mira noted, her brows furrowed, looking back and forth between the five Kwamis. "Which Kwami is she?"

Claire righted the box, pouring even more water out of the empty drawers into her lap, and looked closer at the center section, the circle which bore the symbol of a shark on one side, paralleling a bird with wings of flame on the other. "This is where Anaa's miraculous would go, right?" she asked.

Marinette cleared her throat. "We haven't pressed before now," she told them, glancing meaningfully at Tikki and Plagg. "And you don't have to tell us anything. But another miraculous has been found – and by the wrong people. I think we need to know what we're dealing with."

Plagg cocked his head to one side, fixing Marinette with a penetrating stare. "Another miraculous?" He muttered something under his breath and shared a look with Tikki. After a moment, they both turned to face the other three Kwamis.

"I'd feel better if Carro were here, but…" Paxx glanced over at Perry and Ikkthi, who both shrugged and nodded. "Anaa forms a dyad with Carro – the Shark," Paxx finally explained. "Death and Life. They are the primary concepts – primary miraculous – in our set." She sighed heavily. "We had planned to wait until she was found before revealing any more, but…" Paxx shrugged her wings helplessly. "This was our last hope to find her."

"That she hasn't been found yet is very concerning," Perry added, glancing back toward Francisco at the boat's stern. "I did not tell my holder, but one of my objectives in seeking out Atlantean relics and sites with him had been to locate and protect the other miraculous… but we found nothing."

Ikkthi placed a paw on Perry's shoulder. "You could not have known," he squeaked before turning to face Claire. "Anaa is the Phoenix Kwami."

Adrien frowned, tapping his chin. "Jagerin's suit had a lot of yellow in it…" he mused slowly.

"Do you think?" Marinette met his eye and quirked an eyebrow. "I suppose it could fit."

Plagg folded his arms, eyeing them carefully.

"What is Anaa's weapon?" Adrien asked, his stomach pounding in his chest. "It's not a hand crossbow, is it?"

Perry cocked his head to one side, brows furrowed, and shook his head. "No… hers is just a bow. Hand crossbow?" He glanced over at Paxx, who looked off into the distance for a long moment before her eyes widened in recognition.

"That's… Arro, the Albatross," Paxx explained. She shared a look with Perry. "If Bella's monster found him, then that would explain how they discovered Atlantis."

"He can find anywhere," Perry informed them, his beak pursed.

Adrien's stomach dropped. "Anywhere." He blinked, looking wide-eyed at Marinette. "This could be bad."

"What if they find the Mansion?" Marinette worried. "Or the other temples? Or Hy-Brasil? Or… any of a dozen other places we don't want them?"

Perry started to open his mouth to respond, but Claire cleared her throat, drawing the Kwamis' attention to her. "How does the Albatross ability work?" she asked them. "Would they be able to locate the Mansion?"

Paxx frowned. "Not exactly?" she tried. "They would need some information about the location they want to find in order to locate it."

"It's similar to the sextant," Perry told them. "If you handed the sextant to someone who had never heard of Atlantis, they wouldn't know how to find it. If you handed it to someone with only a vague idea that there is a miraculous temple, they might not be able to locate it precisely. The Bat might be able to pinpoint that you have a headquarters in Paris, but without knowing that it is a mansion, he might not be able to pinpoint it."

Adrien let out a relieved breath.

It was another hour before they reached shore, where Dimitrios moored the boat at the rental dock and handed the keys back to the owner. The group climbed out of the boat, laden with the Miracle Box, along with a dozen other artifacts that Poseidon had insisted on bringing back from the ruins. "I'll have to go back with the others," he announced, settling the bag more carefully on his back. "There's so much more to discover!"

"Just don't mess with that stuff too much," Francisco warned. "I've seen some pretty wild Atlantean artifacts."

Dimitrios quirked an eyebrow. "More wild than giving us the powers of literal gods?"

"Touché."

"Still," Marinette told him, "you do need to be careful – what if you run into Nerarchos again?"

Dimitrios scoffed. "I think the six of us can manage one measly sorcerer!"

Claire hummed. "So, what are our plans now?" she asked, looking around at the others. "I suppose it's time for Pegasus to open another portal and bring us all home? After we get out luggage, of course."

Mira nodded. "We need to really look through the Box and clean it out," she agreed. "Now we might be able to figure out exactly how many miraculous are still missing!"

"I would like to get home," Francisco told them, giving them an anxious look. "Marina isn't due for another couple weeks still, but…"

"Best not to risk it," Claire acknowledged, nodding.

Adrien shared a look with Marinette. "We'll have Pegasus bring you all back from the hotel. But I think we're going to stay."

With a nod, Marinette giggled, squeezing him tightly, and looking up at him fondly. "After all, this is our honeymoon!"