Enchanted University of Magemenos

Chapter 79:Trapped in this nightmare.

Without warning, a surge of unnatural power floods through me. My body moves before my mind has time to process, as if something has taken control. My fist strikes the nearest mirror with a force so brutal, the glass shatters into a thousand pieces, scattering across the ground like fallen stars.

But I don't stop.

I pick up a shard of the mirror, my breath ragged, my vision clouded with anger and fury. My entire being is consumed by one singular, unstoppable drive: to find him.

To find the one who destroyed my world.

I run, faster than I've ever moved before, no plan, no destination—just a singular purpose. The maze blurs around me, each step a frantic march toward something, or someone, that I can't even comprehend. But I know one thing for certain:

I'm going to kill.

The guilt crashes into me like a tidal wave, my hands trembling uncontrollably as the blood from the guy in front of me stains the floor, the glass shard still gripped in my fist. Each stab is like a nightmare I can't wake up from. His face, twisted in agony, is etched into my mind, and the pain in his eyes as I took his life... it's something I can never unsee.

The world tilts, and for a second, it feels like the ground is swallowing me whole. My breath catches in my chest, tight and shallow, the reality of what I've done setting in. I don't understand why I did it. It wasn't me. It couldn't have been. Yet, the blood on my hands—on my soul—won't let me lie to myself.

The coldness of the mirror shards, the glint of the glass as it punctures his skin, all those moments replaying in an endless loop in my mind. I can't breathe. I can't think. My entire body shakes, and I collapse to the ground, feeling empty, hollow, like I've lost something—someone—forever.

And then, a voice ,a soft, frantic voice cuts through the fog in my mind.

"Alyssa! Breathe, damn it!"

I can barely focus as I feel her hands on my chest, pressing down, steadying me, forcing life back into me. The short girl. The one who tried to save me when I couldn't save myself.

Her hands are firm, a lifeline. She slaps my back, her voice rising with urgency. "Breathe, Alyssa! Just breathe!"

But all I can do is sob, my chest heaving, my tears mixing with the blood on the floor. "I killed him," I cry out, my voice raw with guilt, barely able to form the words. "I... I killed him... I didn't mean to..."

Her hands on my back, urging me to live, to breathe, they keep me tethered to reality. But nothing can change what I've just done. Nothing can bring back the innocence I've lost in this moment.

"I killed him..." I whisper again, my eyes filling with tears, my heart breaking in ways I can't even explain.

Her words, sharp and direct, cut through the haze of guilt clouding my mind. I'm shaken, but her urgency is a spark of fire that burns through the fog. "You have to," she says, and in that moment, I know—she's right. I can't stay here, drowning in my own weakness. I need to find the answers. I need to finish this, for myself, for my parents, for everything that's been taken from me.

I look up, forcing myself to stand, my legs unsteady, but there's a new resolve rising in my chest. I look at the mirrors surrounding me, each one reflecting pieces of my fragmented thoughts, each one an echo of what I've just done. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to still my shaking hands.

"Hey," I call to the short girl, my voice rough but determined.

She stops, turning her head. "What?"

"I've marked the mirrors. Follow them. All the ones that haven't repeated. They'll lead us out. We can make it through this... together," I say, my voice gaining strength with every word.

She nods, moving forward with determination, disappearing into the maze of glass and shadows.

As she leaves, I stand there, my body trembling with exhaustion. The adrenaline has worn off, leaving me feeling hollow, but there's something else now, something burning deeper. The visions I saw—the man with the squirrel-like ears, the masked figure with eyes that never blinked, their words, their threats, all of it is pulling me in. I have to find out who they are. Why I was chosen. Why I'm trapped in this nightmare.