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In the spacious hall of Glory Fortress, which usually shimmered with ethereal light, an unstable and sickly green glow flickered at this moment.
The once vibrant magical garlands wilted instantly, their petals falling like black Lacrima.
The cheerful melody of the Bard was replaced by a discordant buzzing sound, a deep, throbbing noise that echoed in the chest, stirring primal fear within the hearts of those present.
What was supposed to be Luna's full moon celebration had lost its festive atmosphere, replaced instead by an ominous sense of foreboding.
Xiao Luna curled up in her Mother's embrace, her small face scrunched up, her delicate brows furrowed in a way that seemed out of place with her otherwise adorable features.
Her once bright and curious eyes, filled with the innocence of infancy, were now clouded with unsettling anxiety.
She fidgeted restlessly, her tiny hands clenching and unclenching as if grasping at something invisible yet foreboding.
A low, hoarse sob escaped her lips, entirely unlike the usual cries of a baby.
It was a sound that heralded disaster, resonating with the unease that permeated the hall.
She had seen all this before in another life.
The encroaching shadows, the nauseating stench that hung in the air, the deep buzzing that reverberated through the stones of the fortress… everything felt too familiar.
This was a sign of the Great Catastrophe.
The first true sign of chaos was a flickering light that briefly interrupted the magical glow illuminating the fortress.
Then came another flicker, and another, until the light danced wildly, casting grotesque and elongated shadows that stretched like clawing hands.
The music came to an abrupt halt, replaced by gasps and cries of alarm from the crowd.
Panic spread rapidly through the hall, raging like a wildfire.
The guests stumbled about, their faces filled with terror as the ground beneath them began to tremble, supporting one another in their fear.
Amidst the chaos, Alia stood frozen like an ice sculpture.
Just moments ago, she had been filled with joy, cradling her precious daughter and celebrating her birth.
Now, the world around her seemed to be collapsing.
When her loyal maid Xisi whispered that devastating truth in her ear, Alia's breath caught in her throat; those words pierced her heart like a poison arrow.
Leonard's betrayal was cruelly and vividly confirmed, striking her like a heavy blow.
The man she loved, the one she trusted with her life, the father of her child… turned out to be a liar, a traitor.
Alia's complexion turned pale as paper, her skin drained of color.
Her once sparkling eyes, filled with happiness, were now clouded by a veil of tears.
A low, mournful sound escaped her lips—a pure expression of pain.
The world around her spun in a dizzying vortex of betrayal and despair.
The weight of his deception crushed her, leaving her gasping for air as a deep ache settled in her chest, as if it were a physical pain.
At the other end of the hall, Alia's elder brother, weakened by years of magic backlash, felt the fortress tremble.
His frail body tightened with a desperate resolve.
He gripped the staff tightly, his knuckles turning white, his face set in a determined expression.
He whispered the Ancient Spell, the protective words flowing from his lips like a fragile shield, warding off the encroaching darkness.
He swayed, his body trembling from pain, yet his spirit remained unbroken.
He had to protect his family, his home, even if it cost him his life.
Magical Energy surged around him, forming a flickering, desperate Defense Line against the evil force that sought to consume them all.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, his breath urgent and ragged, but his eyes burned with unwavering resolve.
He would not give up, nor could he afford to.
The air was thick with a foul stench as a biting Cold Wind swept through the hall, extinguishing the remaining flickering lights.
The sound of Qian Jiao echoed in the darkness, accompanied by the shattering of glass and the dull thud of Heavy Objects falling.
The fortress groaned, its foundations seeming to tremble under the impact of that invisible force.
Alia staggered, her Twin Legs feeling weak.
She clutched Luna tightly, using her body to shield her, her eyes searching in the darkness… searching for something.
Hope?
A chance to escape?
The possibility of revenge?
“Lucius!” Alia's voice, hoarse with fear and despair, cut through the chaos.
Where was her son?
Was he safe?
“Mother.” A voice replied, trembling with fear and uncertainty.
Lucius emerged from the shadows, his face pale, his eyes wide with terror.
He reached out to her, his hand shaking…
“It’s… it’s him…” he stammered, pointing a trembling finger toward the dark vortex forming in the center of the hall. The sickly green light pulsed like a diseased heart, throbbing in the once-grand Glory Fortress.
The exquisite magical garlands, which had just moments ago sparkled like a fairy's sneeze, now wilted like mourners at a funeral, petals falling like black confetti.
Where was the bard’s cheerful music?
In its place was a deep, buzzing sound that resonated through to your toes, making your teeth itch and your stomach churn.
This was not the atmosphere Alia had envisioned for Luna's full moon party.
Little Luna was cradled in her mother’s arms, scrunching up her tiny face as if she had just caught a whiff of a dirty diaper.
Her small brows furrowed—how could a baby do that?
Her usually bright and curious eyes now reflected a… well, somewhat eerie expression.
It was as if she sensed that something bad was about to happen.
She was restless, her small hands flailing in the air as if trying to grasp a fleeting thought.
Then she began sobbing—not the ordinary cry of a baby, but a deep, throaty sound that sent chills down your spine.
She resembled a charming little Harbinger of Misfortune.
You see, Luna remembered.
She had witnessed all of this in her past life.
The spreading shadows, the cloyingly sweet scent—something akin to old socks and sulfur—the low hum that resonated through the stones… Great Catastrophe.
The second round.
Then, with a bang!
The lights flickered erratically.
One moment they were bright and clear, the next they flickered like the candles in a cheap tavern during a bar brawl.
Strange, distorted shadows stretched like rubber bands, turning the entire hall into a terrifying puppet show.
The music stopped abruptly like a dying cat, replaced by gasps that could curdle milk and the sound of Qian Jiao.
Panic spread as quickly as bad rumors in a small town.
Guests stumbled over their extravagant Magic Robes, their faces paler than ghosts, tugging at each other as if playing an incredibly awkward game of tag.
Poor Alia stood there, frozen like a deer caught in headlights.
In the blink of an eye, she was filled with maternal love, and in the next moment, her world turned upside down.
Her loyal maid, Qin Si, whispered the terrible truth in her ear—a truth that could shatter one's heart and leave one gasping for breath.
Leonard.
Her Leonard.
The love of her life, the father of her child... and another family.
Another complete life had been hidden away like dirty laundry.
The news hit Alia harder than a drunken troll.
The color drained from her face, making her look as if she had seen a ghost.
A low groan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, heart-wrenching agony.
The world spun around her, a dizzying mix of betrayal and despair.
Honestly, the timing of this man couldn't have been worse.
On the other side of the hall, Alia's elder brother—may his fragile heart withstand this—sensed the fortress trembling.
This guy, usually weaker than a newborn kitten, suddenly straightened up, his eyes flashing with fierce protectiveness.
He gripped his staff tightly as if it were his lifeline, his knuckles turning white and his expression grave.
He began to chant a spell in a low, urgent voice, words shimmering with ancient power.
He stumbled slightly, a look of pain etched on his face, but he did not stop.
He had to protect his family, his home, even if it cost him his life.
He was like a Mother Bear guarding her cubs, though with less fur and more magic.
The air was thick with the nauseating scent of sulfur, and a cold wind swept through the hall, extinguishing the last flickering lights.
The sound of Qian Jiao echoed in the darkness, accompanied by the shattering of glass and the dull thud of falling debris.
The fortress groaned like an old man with back pain.
Alia staggered, clutching Luna tightly as if she were a lifeline. Her eyes scanned the darkness, searching for... something.
Hope?
A miracle?
An oversized hammer?
“Lucius!” Her voice, filled with fear, cut through the chaos.
Where was her son?
Was he safe?
“Mom.” A trembling voice replied.
Lucius stepped out from the shadows, his face pale, streaked with what could have been soot. His eyes were wide open, filled with terror.
He reached out to her, his hand trembling like a leaf in a hurricane.
“It’s… it’s him…” he stammered, his shaking finger pointing at a swirling Dark Vortex that had suddenly appeared in the center of the hall, as if someone had just opened a gateway to… well, a very, very terrifying place.
And things were about to get worse.
A sickly green light pulsed like a diseased heart, casting grotesque shadows that danced with an eerie joy in the once-magnificent hall.
The Magic Flowers, which symbolized life and celebration, now hung their heads in shame, their vibrant colors faded to a decayed grayish hue.
The air was thick with the cloying scent of decay, like a ghostly hand tightening around their throats.
This was not how it was supposed to be.
Luna's full moon celebration was meant to be a joyous occasion, but it had twisted into something evil, something… wrong.
Extremely wrong.
Xiao Luna was cradled in Alia's arms, and she was not deceived by the superficial joy around her.
She knew, oh, she knew.
This was not merely the fussiness of an infant or a slight stomach ache.
This was a deep-seated fear, an echo from a past life where she had witnessed the terrifying spectacle of the Great Catastrophe unfold.
Her tiny hands clenched into fists, a small act of defiance against the encroaching darkness.
The sobbing sound she emitted—a low tone that startled even herself—was a Warning, a desperate plea for someone, anyone, to see what she saw.
But they were all blindly ignorant, trapped in their own oblivious web of joy.
A group of fools.
The flickering lights were a chaotic prelude, dancing like a frenzied Little Sprite, their irregular movements casting long, twisted shadows that writhed like tormented souls.
The music, once a cheerful melody, had turned sharp and jarring, becoming a discordant symphony heralding doom.
The guests, who moments ago were unaware, now stumbled about, gasping for breath, their faces contorted with confusion and fear.
The ground began to tremble, initially just a slight vibration, but growing stronger, like the heartbeat of terror pulsing through the foundations of the fortress.
Oh, poor Alia, blissfully unaware of the impending storm, stood there motionless like a statue of maternal love amidst the escalating chaos.
Her loyal maid Xisi whispered venomous words in her ear, each syllable striking Alia's heart like a poisoned dart.
Leonard's betrayal was like a cruel blade that shattered her fragile illusion of happiness.
It was like a brutal blow, a physical strike that left her gasping for air in a vacuum of despair.
Her face, which moments ago radiated joy, now crumpled like a discarded mask, the color drained away to leave only a shocked pallor.
At the other end of the hall, Alia's elder brother had lost his former splendor; he felt the familiar magical disturbance of Zhen Chan.
Years of battling Black Magic had left him physically weak, a fragile container for a powerful soul.
He gripped his staff tightly, his knuckles turning white, determination flickering in his eyes.
As long as he had breath in him, he would not let his family fall.
The ancient protection spell spilled from his lips as he desperately tried to shield his family from the encroaching darkness.
He trembled, his body protesting, but his spirit remained unyielding.
Damn it, he was a warrior, even if he was an injured one.
The stench intensified; that sickly, nauseating odor of decay now permeated the air, suffocating all around.
A cold wind, a harbinger of doom, howled through the hall, extinguishing the remaining lights and plunging the fortress into darkness.
A terrifying chorus erupted, mixed with the sound of shattering glass and the heavy thud of falling debris.
The fortress groaned like a wounded beast, its foundations shaking under the assault.
Alia stumbled as her legs suddenly weakened, her world spinning around her.
She clutched Luna tighter, using her body to shield her. Her eyes searched the darkness for something—anything—to hold onto.
Hope?
Escape?
Revenge?
It was a chaotic swirl of emotions, a blend of fear and despair.
“Lucius!” Her voice, hoarse from desperation, pierced through the chaos like a lighthouse of maternal love in a storm.
A trembling hand reached out from the darkness.
Lucius's face was pale, his eyes wide with fear as he stumbled toward her.
"Mom..." he stammered, his voice choked with terror, pointing with a trembling finger at a pulsating Dark Vortex in the center of the hall.
"It’s... it’s him..."
Thus, the unspoken question hung in the air, a chilling premonition of what was to come.
He?
Who is he?
An atmosphere of tense anticipation filled the air, silence thick with dread.
An evil presence was approaching...
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