Rewrite The Star

chapter 76 : creator

CHAPTER 76: Creator

Atlas and Darren made their way into the quiet guild library, the air heavy with the mystery surrounding the three ancient tomes. Darren carefully retrieved the Demon Book, Stellaria Coetus, and the Manuscript, placing them on the table before them.

Curiosity piqued, Darren released his magic power toward the books. To both their surprise, the three tomes began to shimmer faintly, absorbing his energy like a sponge.

“Now it’s your turn,” Darren said, gesturing toward Atlas.

Atlas hesitated for a moment before channeling his magic into the books. But unlike Darren's attempt, the books remained inert, refusing to react.

“Why didn’t it absorb mine?” Atlas asked, frustration creeping into his voice.

Darren rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I have a theory. Maybe these books were written by Larcade. If that’s true, they might recognize your magic as his own. Since you're connected, they may not see the need to absorb your power.”

Before Atlas could respond, a deep, familiar voice echoed from the shadows.

“Smart guess. And correct.”

Atlas and Darren jumped, their eyes darting toward the sound.

“Who’s there?” Atlas demanded, magic flaring at his fingertips.

“It’s me,” the figure said, stepping out from the darkness.

The dim light revealed the unmistakable figure of Larcade, his presence calm yet commanding.

Atlas froze, his heart skipping a beat. “Larcade? How...?”

“I thought you were dead!” Darren exclaimed, wide-eyed.

Larcade smiled faintly. “Not quite,” he said, his gaze fixed on the books. “These tomes are far too important for me to remain silent.”

As Larcade approached, the books began to glow brightly, their power resonating with his presence. The magic in the room intensified, leaving both Atlas and Darren speechless.

“What is this?” Darren asked, awe in his voice as he felt the sheer force of energy emanating from the books.

Larcade placed his hands on the tomes, and the glow intensified, bathing the room in light. When he finally spoke, his voice carried the weight of centuries.

“These books,” he began, “are my creations. Though they may seem unrelated—one detailing demonic rituals, another focused on the stars, and the last on magic—they are deeply intertwined. Together, they tell a story.”

“What kind of story?” Atlas asked, suspicion in his tone.

Larcade’s expression darkened, his voice dropping to a whisper. “A story of betrayal, divine cruelty, and a curse that binds us all.”

Atlas stiffened. “A curse?”

Larcade nodded. “Yes. The curse that has plagued your family for generations. The curse I caused.”

Silence fell over the room, the gravity of Larcade’s confession sinking in.

Atlas clenched his fists, his voice tight with anger. “So it’s true. You’re the reason our family is cursed.”

“Yes,” Larcade admitted, his gaze unflinching.