The Deadly Charm

Part 25 : Confronting the Exorcist

Wrath of the Sorcerer

Achan Man's old wooden house stood deep within the forest, its small courtyard surrounded by towering trees. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The peaceful exterior, however, hid the chaos brewing inside.

The house was filled with ancient relics—amulets, talismans, and numerous ancient books lined the shelves. As Achan Man sat deep in meditation, he suddenly felt a sharp vibration in the air—an energy once belonging to the Black Tiger's evil spirit. But now, that energy had vanished.

Achan Man's eyes snapped open, wide with shock. Anger and resentment surged through him.

"I can feel it... my Black Tiger spirit has been destroyed!" he roared, his face turning red with fury. His hand, gripping a wooden staff, trembled with rage, his entire body quivering from the panic and anger coursing through him. His fists clenched tightly as he felt the remnants of the Black Tiger's power fading away. The severance of the dark magic he once controlled caused his body to twitch.

He rose swiftly, striding toward the corner of the room where a small altar stood. On the pedestal was a black stone statue of the Black Tiger, now shattered into pieces—a symbol of his destroyed power.

"Who dares to destroy my evil spirit!" Achan Man's voice echoed through the room, filled with fury. His anger surged, and a whirlwind began to stir the room, scattering loose items.

His connection to the dark energy he had controlled for so long was severed, and he could feel the drastic shift in power. The evil spirit, his greatest tool, had been utterly annihilated. Desperation and fury filled his gaze as he looked around at the amulets and ancient magic texts scattered about, searching for a way to respond to this devastating blow.

Achan Man grabbed a magic book and quickly flipped through its pages, his eyes flashing with fury as he began to chant powerful mantras and incantations, seeking to reclaim his lost power. His rage simmered, refusing to be contained.

"I will not allow anyone to challenge me! I will make it feel true pain!" Achan Man roared once more, his voice echoing with venomous intent.

Hidden Power of Darkness

The night was dark, the sky blanketed with thick clouds, casting an eerie atmosphere over the land. In the middle of the forest stood an old, mysterious wooden house, its presence strange and unsettling. While the surroundings seemed calm and peaceful, an unusual coldness and darkness permeated the air. Sora, who possessed heightened senses, could feel the dark energy radiating from the house.

He abruptly stopped in the corridor outside, just before reaching the house. His bright red eyes glowed faintly in the darkness as he sensed the pressure and surging dark energy from within.

"You two wait here," Sora instructed, raising his hand toward Teerathep and Natharinee. A light began to glow in his palm, expanding into a radiant white circle. A magic circle formed around them, and the power of light created a shield—strong and impenetrable. The shield shone brightly, making it impossible for any danger to come near.

"I'll be back soon," Sora added, dashing toward the house without waiting for a response.

"Uh... okay," Teerathep muttered, watching Sora rush ahead.

"We'll just wait here, then," Teerathep sighed as he sat down under a large tree, gently pulling Natharinee to sit beside him. The bleeding from his wound had finally stopped, but he knew that if he followed Sora, he would only be a burden.

All they could do now was keep their eyes on the large wooden house before them, waiting anxiously to see what would unfold next.

The darkness of night enveloped the old wooden house, its eerie silence more profound than ever. The faint light from a single bulb barely illuminated a small area, leaving the entrance and most of the house submerged in shadows. The sound of the wind whispered through the trees, adding to the unsettling atmosphere. Inside, the house was filled with dark, dangerous energy.