𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐄 - 𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗹 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿!
❝Your heart could be the key to reborn
the devil in this world but for me it's a
modified key to unlock mine and
changed my perception in this cruel
world.❞
𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦 ▊▍ 𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚
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𓏏𓏏 ⊹ 🕸️ 🎞 ORTER
"You are indeed the daughter of the man that defeated our master." A tremor within me occurred as my eyes glanced at the lady standing beside me, eyeing the man that's been grinning on top of the seemingly house. No words left this lass' mouth, but her gaze was enough to tell her that she had enough of this play.
A burst of magic delved within this woman's grasps as it made me take a step back. "That's right, Divine Visionary. Step back because she possessed poisonous magic." The man grinned as he watched intently to the lady, whom I guess is losing her control over her magic as her third line is emerging once again.
"More! [name]! Manifest it more!" The man chimed in eagerness as his gaze directed steadily at the woman whom I attempted to get on, yet shadows instantly attacked, quickly rampantly inflating damage by puncturing anything that'd get near within her perimeter.
My attempt to reach her using my magic is futile since her shadow that was shaped into arrows was punctured continually until the sand I cast broke down.
"What do you need from her?" I asked the man who's unamused by my interjections with his excitement for what he's witnessing. "Her heart and the whereabouts of the flower—only she knows the location." He answered my question willingly as he returned his gaze to [name], who's turning really pale from the mana she's losing. While I buy time as the sand I had under digs its way to her feet.
"Then what's with her sword?" I inquired, which made him eye me suspiciously. "You're so eager about anything that doesn't have to do with you, Mr. Divine Visionary." He remarked snarky as he revealed the kids crying as they were captive in one huge cage.
A smirked once again, engraved in his facade, as he returned his eyes to the woman, whose eyes directed to the cage that holds the kids. This is turning more troublesome than I thought it was. [Name] is seemingly close to fatigue, yet her anger is draining her out even quicker.
