Chapter 69: The Aftermath
“Huh, where are they?” Darren asked, scanning the empty space where Larcade, Future Creed, and the blinding light had once been. The area was eerily quiet now, the only sound being the distant wind rustling through the trees.
“Just like that? No explanation?” Nowell added, his voice tinged with confusion. He turned to look at the others, eyes wide, as if hoping someone would make sense of it all.
The group stood in a circle, none of them quite sure what had just happened. Larcade had appeared out of nowhere, a figure of light and power, and had obliterated Future Creed, but now, they were left with more questions than answers. Why had Larcade come from Creed? Where had Future Creed gone? And why did there seem to be so many versions of Atlas, all somehow intertwined?
“This is confusing,” Atlas muttered, rubbing his temples.
“How can you be confused? I thought you didn’t have a brain,” Creed replied with his usual cocky face.
Atlas shot him an annoyed look, but before he could retort, he shoved Creed lightly, half in frustration, half in playfulness. “Are you joking?” he asked, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“No, I’m Creed,” the older version of himself said with mock seriousness, grinning even wider.
Atlas scowled at him, but then, without warning, Creed pulled him into a hug. The sudden warmth caught Atlas off guard. It was a strange, comforting embrace, one that felt oddly right despite everything that had happened.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” Creed said softly, his voice sincere.
Atlas froze, his face turning crimson as he felt the warmth of Creed’s chest against him. The closeness, the gentleness of the gesture, made him feel an unexpected flutter in his chest. He didn’t know how to react, and for a moment, he was completely still. His heart raced, not from danger, but from something deeper—something he didn’t understand.
Darren, watching from the side, smiled with relief. But Nowell, who had been observing the whole scene with growing jealousy, clenched his fists, turning away to mask his emotions.
“Atlas, I think we should go back to the guild,” Darren said after a moment, stepping forward and breaking the tension.
“Yeah,” Atlas replied, still flustered, stepping away from Creed, though not without a lingering glance. He quickly turned his attention back to Darren. “Let’s go.”
The group made their way back to the guildhall, each lost in their own thoughts about the strange events that had unfolded.
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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...
