“Calm down,” Darren urged, noticing the tension in Atlas’s clenched fists. “I think the attack is over, which is why the portal closed.”
Atlas exhaled sharply, still on edge. “We need to investigate this, Darren. Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Of course,” Darren replied with a yawn. “But let’s start tomorrow. I’m exhausted. See you in the morning!” With that, Darren dashed off, leaving Atlas shaking his head in exasperation.
“Shithead,” Atlas muttered under his breath. As he made his way back to his house, Atlas found a note pinned to the door: “This is me, son. I’m staying at the guildhall tonight, just in case something like this happens again. If you need help, come straight to the guildhall.”
“No worries, Dad,” Atlas murmured as he crumpled the note in his hand.
Once inside, Atlas headed to his room, the events of the night replaying in his mind. “Was that a warning?” he wondered, pacing the room. “A demon portal shouldn’t open here, in the heart of the town… Why now?” His thoughts spiraled as he recalled the demon that had taken Keevin from him, and suddenly, a searing pain ignited in his chest.
“Ah! What is this?” Atlas gasped, clutching his chest as the burning sensation intensified. He tried to cast a healing spell, but it failed. Desperate, he attempted to summon ice magic, but the fire within him only blazed hotter.
“It’s burning… It’s too hot!” Atlas groaned, collapsing to his knees. His breath came in ragged gasps as he realized there was no one around to help him. The pain was overwhelming, consuming him as he struggled to stay conscious.
Glancing down, he saw a red mark searing itself onto his chest. “What… What is that?” he muttered, panic rising as the agony grew unbearable. “At this rate… I’m going to die.”
Just as he felt himself slipping away, a shadow began to emerge from his chest, taking shape before him. Atlas’s vision blurred from the pain, unable to focus on the figure now standing in front of him.
The silhouette moved closer, its features gradually revealed by the moonlight streaming through the window. The figure leaned down, its voice soft yet commanding as it asked: “Who… are you?”
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FantasyIn a world where whispers of the legendary "Heartmiller" family echo through the ages-rumored to possess unimaginable power accessible through their blood and heart-a young wizard named Atlas Heartmiller survives a brutal attack that claimed his par...
