Setting: Midnight under a starless sky. The kingdom sleeps peacefully, oblivious to the fierce determination stirring in Lyka's heart. She stands alone on the balcony of her room, the cold wind whispering through her silver hair as she stares at the horizon, the red tint in her eye glowing softly. Tonight, she would bring Mira back — and end Marcellus once and for all.
Lyka takes a deep breath, clutching the bracelet she once gave Mira. She whispers to herself, almost as a vow:
Lyka:
"Tonight, it all ends. Mira, hold on. I'm coming for you."
She closes her eyes, focusing on the faint magical trace left by Mira's bracelet. With Carina's power coursing through her, she extends her senses across miles, finally locking onto Mira's presence, deep within Marcellus's lair.
Carina: (Whispering in Lyka's mind, her voice both soothing and firm)
"Stay focused, Lyka. Don't let despair cloud your heart. If you falter, he will sense it, and he will use it against you."
Lyka: (Nods, a glimmer of resolve in her eyes)
"I know, Carina. I'll be strong... for Mira."
In an instant, Lyka channels a teleportation spell, and in a flash of dark light, she vanishes from the palace, reappearing high above Marcellus's lair, suspended in the midnight air. She gazes down at the stone fortress below, nestled within jagged mountains, its dark aura radiating like a poisonous fog. Her heart clenches as she senses Mira's energy nearby — tainted, twisted.
Lyka's eyes narrow, and her voice is a blend of her own determination and Carina's ancient power as she whispers a spell, summoning magic circles that bloom like deadly flowers across the sky. Dozens of swirling, dark sigils form above her, glowing ominously.
Lyka: (To herself)
"This ends here, Marcellus."
As she raises her arm, the magic circles begin to rain down powerful blasts of dark energy, crashing into the fortress below with explosive force. The walls crack, and the ground trembles as smoke and dust fill the air. Inside, Marcellus looks up, his wicked smile stretching across his face as he steps out from the shadows to face her.
Marcellus: (Laughing with unrestrained delight)
"Ah, Carina, my dear! I knew you'd come for me! Or should I say, Lyka and Carina, bound together? What a lovely vessel you make for her!"
He gestures toward Mira, who emerges from the shadows, her once soft eyes now burning red, her expression blank yet menacing. Her skin is marked by dark sigils, and her once warm aura is tainted with a malevolent energy. Lyka's heart aches at the sight, but she steels herself, gripping the hilt of her blade tightly.
Marcellus: (With a sneer)
"Today, Carina, you will be mine! Mira, attack!"
Without hesitation, Mira lunges forward, her movements swift and deadly, dark energy radiating from her hands. Lyka leaps back, dodging her attack, but Mira is relentless, launching a series of powerful magic blasts that Lyka narrowly evades.
The sky around them flashes with streaks of dark magic as the two clash mid-air, Lyka's eyes filled with sorrow but her movements calculated. She uses dark magic herself, firing bolts toward Mira, but her attacks seem to bounce off harmlessly.
Lyka: (Frustrated, whispering to herself)
"Dark magic... it barely affects her now. She's resistant. Carina, we need a new approach."
Carina: (In Lyka's mind, calmly assessing)
"Strike with precision. Don't overpower her; aim to weaken her. There's still light within her heart. We need to reach it."
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The Lost Mage's Journey
Fantasythis is a long story of how Lyka becomes the great magician
