"Mr McVeigh, how are you?" Lorena greeted warmly as she stepped into the cozy kitchen, the soft morning light filtering through the lace curtains.
She carefully placed the delicate Passiflora flower on the worn wooden table near the window, its vibrant colors catching the light.
Mr McVeigh chuckled softly, a genuine smile spreading across his weathered face. He carefully opened the cardboard box that contained the Passiflora plant.
The flowers inside were breathtaking, double white petals layered gracefully. It topped with a striking splash of purple.
"You're the best. You got it so quickly." Mr McVeigh praised, his eyes twinkling with gratitude.
Lorena smiled, her fingers brushing the leaves gently as she handed the plant over. "Passiflora is the best herbal concoction. If you need this, there must be something very important and urgent. You should plant it yourself. It's better that way."
Mr McVeigh sighed deeply, the weight of his worries evident in his voice. "It's very difficult to plant this. Every time I planted a plant, I had to pull it out for treatment."
"It is for that person, isn't it?" Lorena asked gently. Her gaze softened with understanding.
Mr McVeigh and Ansel exchanged a glance, their silence speaking volumes. Lorena, being Shenmorta herself, understood without needing words.
The unspoken burden they all carried was heavy, but in this shared quiet, there was a sense of solidarity.
Lorena pulled up a creaky wooden chair and sat down heavily, her face clouded with frustration and worry. Her eyes narrowed as she fixed Ansel with a sharp gaze.
She said, her voice trembling slightly with a mix of anger and fear. "'Why did you do it? He's very dangerous."
"After all that happens, there will definitely be an answer." Ansel's jaw tightened, but he remained calm, his voice steady and resolute.
"You don't have to do it with your hands. This is so…" Lorena shook her head, biting back the rest of her words.
Before she could finish, Ansel's tone rose sharply, cutting through the room like a blade. "This is already the way. It's not that you know that fate is unavoidable."
The tension in the room thickened, the air heavy with unspoken fears. Mr McVeigh, sensing the rising storm between the two, stood and raised his hands in a calming gesture.
He said, his voice steady but carrying the weight of experience. "Listen carefully, nothing bad will happen. There is nothing to worry about."
Lorena's eyes darkened with a sudden realization. "Mr McVeigh, I see that he will turn into a feyfiend, too," Lorena said.
She had seen it once before. A human twisted and consumed by the dark transformation into a feyfiend. The telltale signs were unmistakable, and the dread in her heart grew heavier.
That was why she immediately recognized the characteristics of humans who would become feyfiends.
Ansel was shocked and terrified. This was the first time for him. Finally, he had to go face to face with Feyfiend. The thought was paralyzing.
Meanwhile, Mr McVeigh silently rose from his seat and quietly left the room, leaving the two alone with their fears.
"Ansel, listen to me. You know that this is your biggest mistake. Now you have to stay away and not get involved in this. Don't let that feyfiend absorb your soul." Lorena's voice cut through the silence, sharp and filled with fierce anger.
Soon after, Mr McVeigh returned to the room, carrying a book carefully cradled in his hands. The book looked old and worn, its leather cover cracked and faded from years of use.
He placed it gently on the table and said with quiet authority. "For this matter, I have prepared this."
"The Power of the Crystal Full Moon." Both Ansel and Lorena leaned forward, their eyes immediately drawn to the title embossed on the cover.
Ansel didn't hesitate. He took the book eagerly and began flipping through the fragile pages, his eyes scanning the ancient text with growing interest.
"This Mr McVeigh…" Lorena's voice broke the silence as a memory surfaced. "When fighting the Feyfiend during the Full Moon with Crystal, then the Feyfiend will be confined in it."
Mr McVeigh nodded solemnly, adding. "Not only that, the power of that feyfiend will also be yours."
"Then who will fight that Feyfiend?" Ansel's brow furrowed as he processed this revelation.
Ansel felt the weight of their expectation settle heavily on his shoulders. His finger hesitated before pointing to himself. He said quietly. "Me…"
They all knew the truth. Ansel's mastery of martial arts was still rudimentary at best. Yet, he was the only viable option to face the Feyfiend. It was unthinkable to let Mr McVeigh or Lorena risk themselves in such a battle.
"Ansel, looks like you have to train really hard." Lorena smirked, teasing him lightly to ease the tension.
Mr McVeigh placed a reassuring hand on his grandson's shoulder. "I'm sure you can fight Feyfiend."
Ansel swallowed hard, then asked. "Then, how about the crystal?"
"You are right, it's better to use the Crystal sword to fight the Feyfiend," Lorena's eyes gleamed with determination.
Exactly, it did not use Crystal's sword to fight Feyfiend. It was just the best choice. When the sword was stuck into the Feyfiend body, then the Feyfiend soul would go straight into the Crystal sword. However, they had to do occult rituals first. Then, the crystal can force the soul of the feyfiend that was trapped in the crystal.
Actually, Mr McVeigh knew exactly who could forge the Crystal Sword. The legendary weapon needed to confront the Feyfiend. But that knowledge brought him little comfort, for the master craftsman had long since passed away.
Mr McVeigh said quietly, his voice tinged with nostalgia and sorrow. "The only person who can make the Crystal Sword is Hagan Colins. But he was dead. Currently, no one has replaced him."
Hagan Colins had been more than just a craftsman; he was Mr McVeigh's closest friend. The two had shared countless battles against dark forces, and Hagan's skill was unmatched.