Rewrite The Star

CHAPTER 60 : ETERNAL MAGIC

CHAPTER 60: ETERNAL MAGIC

The quiet whispers of the underground air grew louder, carrying an ominous tension. The figure standing before Atlas slowly lifted his hood, revealing his scarred face beneath.

Atlas staggered backward, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes widened as he recognized the figure. “Creed?” he stammered, his voice trembling with disbelief.

The figure nodded, but something was off. His appearance was… wrong. The man before him was Creed, but not as Atlas knew him. His face bore deep, jagged scars, his expression hardened by time and pain.

“Your face… what happened to you?” Atlas asked, his voice faltering.

The man who was Creed touched his disfigured face, his fingers brushing over the scars like they carried memories of battles long past. “This… this is what the future holds, Atlas,” he said quietly, his voice heavy with sorrow. “A world broken by chaos.”

As he stepped closer, Atlas felt a cold, unsettling aura emanating from him. It was a feeling unlike anything he had ever sensed from Creed before. Instinctively, Atlas took a cautious step back, his heart racing.

Before he could react further, Future Creed appeared behind him, wrapping his arms around Atlas in a desperate embrace.

“I missed you,” he whispered, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “I missed you so much, Atlas.”

Atlas stood frozen, unsure whether to console or fear him. “Oh, Creed…” he said softly, pity and unease mixing in his tone.

Future Creed tightened his grip as though he feared Atlas would vanish. “Please… don’t leave me again,” he begged, his voice barely audible. His eyes locked onto Atlas’s, their pain and desperation cutting through him.

“You… you died, Atlas,” Future Creed said, his voice trembling with emotion. “I sacrificed everything to protect you, but it wasn’t enough. Watching you die… it broke something inside me. I lost the will to live, the will to fight.” His voice cracked as he continued. “But I came back… I came back to warn you, to guide you. I can’t let it happen again.”

Atlas’s heart ached as he listened, but a lingering unease gnawed at him. “I’m sorry you had to endure that, Creed,” he said softly. “But how… how did you manage to come back to this time?”

Future Creed released him, stepping back slightly. “In the future, we found the Manuscript. At first, we used it to protect the world… but the power it held was too great. The rumors of its abilities spread, and humanity fell into madness. Wars erupted, alliances crumbled, and the world descended into chaos.”

He paused, his voice growing darker. “The Manuscript holds unimaginable power. It isn’t just a source of magic—it is magic itself. Eventually, it became too dangerous, and I used the last fragment of its power… the magic of time travel. The Leap Magic.”

Atlas stared at him, struggling to process what he was hearing. “And you came back to destroy it?”

“Yes,” Future Creed said firmly. “Once you find the Manuscript, you must give it to me. I’ll destroy it before it can ruin everything.”

“But… I don’t have it yet,” Atlas replied, his voice laced with uncertainty. “I don’t even know where to start looking.”

“Then give me the Stellaria Coetus. With it, I can locate the Manuscript,” Future Creed said, his tone urgent.

Atlas froze, his eyes narrowing at the mention of the book. A cold chill ran down his spine. Before he could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the cavern, breaking the tense atmosphere.