In Time And Memories

Chapter Sixty-Four

A sword made of silver appeared on Ytrius' hand. Frizella glanced at it then back to Ytrius. She tilted her head. "Why? You are going to kill me now?"

"Stop it, Frizella. Summoning Sabria and sacrificing Celestia will never do good."

She snorted at his statement and burst out laughing. "You never saw the good in me in the first place so now, you are trying to preach  what is good and not?!" The look on her face turned into a disgust. "You really are a hypocrite, Ytrius."

Ytrius swung his sword towards Frizella but she stopped it with her own powers. Another silver weapon appeared on Ytrius' hand and tried to attack Frizella. 

His power is silver that can produce weapons or it can be manipulated to change its matter. 

Both of their magic clashed together. When Ytrius attacked, Frizella will stop it with her magic and vice versa. If it comes from magic, Frizella can be on the advantage while Ytrius is more on the physical strength. 

The room got surrounded by a smoke and Frizella's soul power tried to capture Ytrius. Luckily, Ytrius is fast enough to manipulate his silver magic and clashed it against the soul power. Frizella's power disappeared which made her click her tongue. 

Her power may be an advatage but there is no doubt that Ytrius is stronger that her. 

"You can still stop, Frizella. You are part of the imperial family, is that not enough?" 

"No!"

After Ytrius was pushed back by some force, a black force field appeared. His eyes widened when he recognized what type of magic it is. Frizella has decided to use her black magic and what's worse it is the stronger version of arcane magic. 

Ytrius tried to step closer to the field but it feels like millions of needle are continuously piercing his skin. He manipulated his silver and made a barrier around his body to protect himself from the field. 

"Without your black magic, you can't defeat me," Frizella said and Ytrius knows that too. 

The force field became stronger and it started to crack the walls. Even the furnitures inside the room are now destroyed due to the force. 

Ytrius grunted, trying to keep himself balance and to stop himself from getting sucked into the force field. If he got suck in there, his body might tore apart. Frizella smirked after seeing him struggle.

A thick black smoke appeared and it flew towards Frizella. It was too late when she saw the rushing smoke towards her, so Frizella never had the chance to avoid it. She got pushed back and her body clashed on the wall. 

The force field disappeared as Frizella was taken the hit. It is Ytrius' chance to composed himself. Another thick black smoke appeared and it looks like it has a pair of eyes.

It is not a smoke, it is the soul of the dead. 

Frizella laughed like a maniac after she saw the soul. Ytrius' black magic is necromancy; an ability to control and summon souls of the dead. 

"Ha! You finally showed me your black magic," she exclaimed as she stares at the soul of the dead with wide eyes. Using the black arcane magic, she tried to formulate a physical body and then used her soul magic to place the soul on the physical body.

But Ytrius did not let Frizella control the soul. He called more dead souls to capture Frizella, which they successfully did. 

Frizella keeps on protesting but the souls are overwhelming her. Under the power of necromancy, Frizella's soul power have nothing against it. It is weak compare to what power Ytrius have. 

But these souls are not her target, it is Ytrius. 

A powerful force field pushed the souls back and it gave Frizella a chance to attack Ytrius. As she rush towards Ytrius, she took out a dagger under her dress and stabbed Ytrius on his chest. Ytrius was taken aback and it took him a minute before he realized the knife on his chest. 

Blood flowed out from the wound and he fell on his knees. The dead souls also vanished. 

"Don't worry, it won't kill you." Frizella knelt in front of him as she caressed his cheek. Ytrius spat out some blood and Frizella just looked at it coldly with a smile on her lips. 

While Ytrius is still in a vulnerable state, Frizella placed her hand on his chest to suck his soul. He grunt as he feel like his life is being taken away. 

"I will take care of the empire." Her eyes met Ytrius. A bitter smile formed on her lips as she stares at his eyes. Up until now, she never saw tenderness on his eyes whenever she looked at him. It's always expressionless; no warmth, no concern, just nothing. 

A single tear escaped on her eyes. "Was it really hard to love me, Ytrius? Am I not worthy of your love?" But Ytrius didn't answered her. Just like what it used to be. 

Frizella trapped his soul on a crystal ball as Ytrius' body fell on the ground. She stared at the lifeless body of Ytrius and she knelt then kissed its lips. 

And then after that, a faint laugh escaped her lips and then it gets louder and louder. 

At the same time, the rays of the sunset peeked through the window. It was as if symbolizing the fall of the great sun in the Meliean Empire.  

It has begun. 

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