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墨書 Inktalez
She took a deep breath and turned back.
Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, staring in disbelief at what was in front of her.
In the swirling thick fog, a black wooden cabin appeared abruptly at the end of the path.
A maple leaf-shaped emblem was carved on the door of the cabin.
“…”
Freya stood frozen, as if her entire body had been encased in ice, radiating a strong chill.
It seemed to her that thick black tendrils were extending from the White Mist surrounding the cabin, like a monster approaching her.
‘Creak’
The door opened. Inside the cabin, a bright yellow campfire flickered slowly, crackling as it burned, and the aroma of food wafted out.
Several familiar figures were gathered around the campfire, eating something.
“…What is going on??”
Freya looked at this familiar scene; it was clearly the same as before. She even spotted herself inside the cabin, meticulously tearing rabbit meat and putting it into her mouth.
However, next to Aishebun, Lena appeared completely different.
Compared to the apprentice Gray Robe she had worn before, Lena was now dressed in an exquisite white dress, barefoot, and her entire body was pale as if she had been soaked in water.
She clung tightly to Aishebun's back, almost hanging onto him, her black pupils fixed intently on his back. Dark shadows emanated from Lena's body, continuously rising and enveloping the entire cabin.
Freya stared wide-eyed in terror at this unusual scene, her body completely still as if she had lost all control.
"Damn it!"
A violent gust of wind erupted from Freya's center.
Freya stared at the two Lenas slowly approaching her, her pupils slightly constricting, a hint of ferocity appearing on her face.
With her left hand, she quickly pulled out two bottles of Test Tube from her waist pouch and threw them towards the two Lenas while simultaneously shooting out two daggers.
'Bang' 'Bang'
Under Freya's intention, the daggers instantly shattered the fragile Test Tubes.
The transparent liquid exploded in the air, as if it had come into contact with a corrosive substance. The liquid emitted a harsh hissing sound upon contact with the air and splashed onto the two Lenas.
Immediately, white smoke began to rise from both of them, and piercing screams filled Freya's ears.
She glanced at the two figures melting like hot wax and without a second thought, fled towards the wooden door.
The wind howled around her.
In the thick White Mist, it seemed as if a gap had been cut open by a Sharp Blade, revealing a figure sprinting at an incredible speed.
The aura of a Great Knight erupted, combined with the assistance of Light Wind, propelling Freya to unprecedented speeds.
Her golden hair flew back and straightened due to the velocity, while her Gray Robe fluttered wildly.
Even after leaving that room, Freya's expression did not improve, as she could still feel that chilling malevolence lurking on her back.
"This level of malice... even an Official Wizard would find it quite troublesome. What happened to Lena before she died?!"
Although once becoming a Spirit, all connections to past life become irrelevant, the will of a Spirit is unusually linked to their final moments in life.
Generally speaking, obsessions relate to the strength of a Spirit. Even an ordinary person can become a terrifying Spirit if their obsession before death is strong enough.
Lena's intense malevolent obsession was such that even a person who had been wrongfully abused to death could not exhibit such a situation.
"The academy's students have died tragically for no reason; the academy's Official Wizards will definitely handle this seriously. We must inform the instructor about Lena's situation!"
The cold White Mist hit her face, leaving a damp sensation.
Freya's gaze was icy as she focused intently on the path beneath her feet. Due to the White Mist, she could only see clearly within a two-meter radius. As a result, she had to slow her pace.
She couldn't afford to think about the few people left inside the house. That level of Spirit was simply beyond her capability to contend with.
If she had chosen to resist at that moment, she might not have known what bizarre events would unfold.
Time passed, and as she moved further away from that house, Freya felt the chill on her back gradually dissipating.
It seemed that being at a distance rendered the Spirit unable to affect her, allowing her anxious heart to slowly relax.
Freya reached up to wipe her mist-drenched face, her hair now hanging in strands.
Due to her rapid speed, it felt as if she had just been washed with water; her Gray Robe clung tightly to her body, revealing the outline of her Leather Armor underneath.
The overwhelming sense of pressure gradually faded. Freya felt as if her chest were a furnace, and the muscles in her legs began to ache as she relaxed.
"Huff... huff..."
Clear breaths echoed through the dense mist.
Freya slowly slowed her pace and turned to look back toward the house, though all she could see was a vast expanse of white.
Her chest heaved violently, causing her voice to become dry and hoarse.
"Perhaps I've escaped that range..."
Suddenly, in Freya's line of sight, Lena slowly turned from gazing at Aishebun to her. Red marks began to emerge on her pale body, and blood gradually flowed down the newly formed wounds, pooling into a fountain of blood around her.
Lena, who had been expressionless, slightly parted her lips and silently uttered a few words to her.
"Murder... murder..."
Freya felt a chill run through her as Lena's dark pupils locked onto her, but she still managed to read the meaning behind those words.
As if she understood that Freya grasped her intent, a faint smile curved at the corners of Lena's mouth. Then, as if melting away, she slowly began to shed her skin, transforming rapidly from a complete human form into a pool of red blood.
At the moment Lena turned into blood, Freya felt as if all her strength had drained away, and she could no longer support herself, collapsing to the ground.
In her final moments of vision, the wooden door that had been open slammed shut with a loud bang.
'Whoosh!!!'
The sound of heavy breathing made Freya's chest rise sharply, as if she had been holding her breath underwater for too long. Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide.
Her azure eyes narrowed slightly as the wooden ceiling finally came into focus with the adjustment of her pupils.
After a long while, she exhaled the breath she had been holding.
The campfire beside her continued to burn, its warmth dispelling the chill from her body.
Freya sat up in a daze, and the blanket covering her slipped down to her legs.
She reached out and gently squeezed her hand; the real sensation reassured her of everything's reality.
"Was it an illusion?"
Freya glanced around; several familiar faces were asleep nearby. Lena was nestled comfortably in Aishebun's arms, her rosy complexion illuminated by the firelight, appearing no different from an ordinary person.
It seemed that everything that had just happened was merely a dream, yet it felt incredibly real and bizarre.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and immediately took out her waist pouch to check.
The objects inside were all as they should be, even the three clever Test Tubes were there.
She reached in and pulled out the black bag containing the golden Sunlight Powder, opening the seal. Suddenly, a strong stench of decay wafted out from within.
It smelled like a corpse that had been rotting for days, causing Freya to frown slightly. Then, with an unchanged expression, she silently resealed the bag.
She lifted her head slightly, her gaze cold as she looked in the direction of Aishebun.
"The Sunlight Powder has been completely eroded... this is not all a dream."
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(ps: I've been a bit busy lately, so this is just one chapter) (to be continued)
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