A shimmering veil of white enveloped Iris's captivating amethyst eyes, casting her into a trance-like state that seemed to suspend time itself.
The dormant energy that had merely clung to the girl now roiled with a simmering fury—transforming into the shape of a disembodied hand that lunged toward the unsuspecting pixie with predatory intent.
In an instinctive reaction, Argastal conjured a protective shield around the blue-flamed pixie, enveloping her in a radiant dome of shimmering lustre. The vibrant hues danced like the northern lights, swirling with an ethereal glow that contrasted sharply against the encroaching darkness.
As the shadows surged forward, ravenous and relentless, they writhed like serpents, their inky tendrils clawing at the air in a desperate attempt to devour her. The luminous barrier pulsed with life, casting flickering reflections that illuminated the surrounding gloom—creating a stark battlefield of light and dark.
Within the dome, the colors shimmered with an almost sentient energy—emerald greens mingled with deep azure, evoking a sense of hope and protection amid the chaos. Each pulse of light seemed to echo Argastal's determination, standing resolute against the suffocating darkness that threatened to engulf everything.
"Agh!" The fairy king gasped, a sharp exclamation escaping his lips as he felt an unsettling shift in his fingertips—mirroring Iris's color and tainted appearance. The sudden transformation in his essence sent a jolt of fear coursing through him, momentarily engulfing him in dread.
Centuries of wisdom and experience flashed before his eyes in a fleeting moment of terror, as if the weight of his existence hung by a fragile thread. But the dark alteration was fleeting; Argastal's protective shield shimmered to life—instantly dissolving the ominous taint and restoring his fingertips to their original, radiant state.
Iris clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock as she gasped at the sudden surge of darkness that erupted from her own malevolent energy. Realizing her actions had repercussions beyond herself, she exclaimed, "I'm so sorry!" Her voice trembled with urgency, a heartfelt plea echoing in the charged air.
Fortunately, the blue-flamed pixie Yzen was spared from the girl's tainted energy—thanks to the fairy king's swift reaction that encased her in a protective barrier, shielding her from the sudden surge of darkness. In an instant, Argastal rose from his kneeling position, his senses heightened as he detected the shifting auras and energies swirling around the two.
Something isn't right, he thought, his gaze narrowing as he observed the energy around Iris pulsating wildly, as if it were being manipulated by an unseen force beyond her control.
A cold shiver danced down Argastal's spine as he sensed the shadowy mist coiling around Iris, its tendrils swirling with an eerie grace. The mist began to take on the shape of a figure behind her—wrapping around the girl in a gentle yet foreboding embrace that sent a thrill of unease through him.
Who—?! Just as the fairy king prepared to intervene, his heart racing with urgency, the mist suddenly dissipated, unraveling into a fluid swirl of energy that whirled around her like a tempestuous waltz. The moment hung in the air, charged with an intoxicating blend of danger and allure.
I was right to refrain from cutting our journey short with magic. Argastal thought, shaking his head as he noted the unsettling energy enveloping Iris. This phenomenon is deeply concerning and needs to be further investigated.
He turned his attention to Yzen, the blue-flamed pixie, who had been unceremoniously hurled into a bush not far from where the darkness had first struck.
"I didn't mean to! It was out of my control... I—" Iris exclaimed, her voice trembling as she watched the decay unfurl around her like a sinister flower. The taint and malevolent energy surged through her, spreading its ugly, corruptive influence on everything it touched, leaving a trail of withered leaves and darkened earth in its wake.
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Death's Rebirth
RomanceA forgotten beauty lies hidden between the pillars of an ancient mountain, awakening without memories and only with a sense of melancholy about her uncertain past. To her dismay, every living thing she touched was cursed to wither away and perish in...
