The next morning, Atlas woke slowly, staring groggily out the window. His eyes drifted to his desk, where the demon book and *Stellaria Coetus* sat waiting. “Damn, I forgot to write the conclusion on these,” Atlas muttered, rubbing his forehead. “How am I going to explain this to Darren?”
At the guild hall, Atlas rushed to the library, where Darren was already waiting. “Atlas! I’ve finally found something about the demon book,” Darren said, clearly excited.
“Oh yeah? What did you find?” Atlas asked, his mind still clouded with thoughts of Creed.
“The demon book was written by a wizard who lived a long time ago and disappeared mysteriously,” Darren explained. “The book contains the names of demons and how to summon them. It says that only non-wizards can summon demons for wishes, but wizards can summon them for… companionship.”
Atlas’s eyes widened. “So what Creed said was true,” he thought.
“And apparently, some wizards summon demons for, uh, more intimate reasons,” Darren added, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
“You pervert,” Atlas replied, disgusted.
Darren pouted. “Man, you’re no fun.”
“Call one, then, and let the demon rail you until dawn,” Atlas muttered, looking away.
Darren rolled his eyes. “Anyway, what did you find out about the book?”
Atlas’s thoughts flashed back to his encounter with Creed. The demon had become an unsettling figure in his mind, something he couldn’t shake off. Taking a deep breath, Atlas finally responded. “The portal… it was opened by a wizard, which means there’s another wizard nearby—someone other than me.”
The room dimmed as dark clouds gathered outside, casting long shadows across the library.
“But who could it be?” Darren asked, his voice thoughtful. “I mean, wizards can usually sense each other’s presence, right?”
“That’s true, but some wizards can conceal their mana,” Atlas explained. “And if they summoned a demon, especially the powerfull one, they’d have to pay a heavy price. Their face would be burned, and their soul would be on the line.”
“A burned face should be easy to spot,” Darren noted, “but are they in this town? We should start searching.”
Atlas’s mind raced. “I don’t think there’s another wizard here. Wizards have been hunted for the past year, and there are only eight left in the world as far as I know. But this whole thing is getting more confusing by the minute.”
A sudden chill ran down Atlas’s spine. Out of the corner of his eye, he sensed a boyish silhouette standing beside him. Then, a soft whisper filled his ear: “The time is coming”
Startled, Atlas whipped around, but there was no one there.
“Atlas, are you okay?” Darren asked, concern etched across his face.
“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine,” Atlas replied, shaking off the strange feeling.
Just then, a voice echoed from the hallway, calling Atlas to help heal a few guildmates.
“All right, I’m coming,” Atlas said, but his mind remained troubled by the unsettling whisper.
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Rewrite The Star
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...
