Chapter 121: The Soul's Storm and the Shadow of the Sorcery Seal
The Philosophy of Bodily Tremors: Where Life and Death Converge
Do you know how the body reacts when a seal of black magic is branded upon a human soul? The body becomes a battlefield where blood boils like a volcano and then freezes like ice. What Rina felt was not merely exhaustion; it was the first symptom of that "demonic seal" which Lina had etched in the darkness. In the heart of the factory, where the scent of sweets and sugar draped over everything like a white cloud, Rina felt a strange shiver—as if her soul were trying to escape the cage of her chest. Her complexion turned pale, like the petals of a withered rose.
Diari, whose crimson eyes still glowed like a half-burnt candle in the mist, rushed to her side.
Diari: "Rina! I can hear your heartbeat; why is it racing so fast? Look at me... your face is as white as snow. Are you alright?"
Rina (gripping Diari's hand with her trembling fingers): "I don't know, Diari... I feel something moving inside my veins... like a blurred shadow."
From a distance, Elias watched them. He thought to himself: "This is a sign... perhaps the sign of the child Diari is waiting for." He did not know that what was about to be born was a war, not a child.
A Night of Devotion: Promises of Protection in the Mist
In the evening, as the shadows of the trees stretched long, everyone returned home exhausted. When Diari and Rina entered their room, a heavy silence fell over them like a sacred fog. Diari locked the door, as if wanting to leave the entire world behind.
Diari sat on the floor before Rina. He placed his warm hands into her honey-colored hair and said in a low voice full of love:
"Rina... you are my entire universe. I swear by the love that only we know, I would not trade a single strand of your hair for all the treasures on earth. If a single tear ever falls from your eyes, I will burn the world that caused you pain. Let my death come before yours, for without you, I am like a ruin with no hope left."
Rina, her eyes shining like stars through her tears, placed her hand in his:
"Diari... how do you occupy my soul so completely? When you speak like this, I feel that no force—be it magic or death—can break me. I am ready for everything with you... for the children who will become the symbol of our victory over sorrow."
The Hoarse Scream of the Dream: The First Sign of Malacora
In the morning, as the sun's rays were about to enter the room, Diari was having a terrifying nightmare in Rina's arms. He saw Lina (Malacora) standing with purple eyes and long black hair, holding a dagger forged from black smoke, aiming for Rina's heart. Diari screamed in his sleep, but as he jolted awake, Rina let out a scream in her sleep that shook the very room!
That voice... it was not Rina's voice. It was hoarse, deep, and terrifying, as if someone else were inside her body. Rina immediately fainted. Diari, in shock, pulled her into his embrace: "Rina! My soul... what happened to you?"
After a moment, Rina opened her eyes, but for a few seconds, her pupils were purple—the color of Lina's seal—before returning to their natural shade.
Rina: "Diari... I felt something like fire in my throat... it was so terrifying."
The Hill of Happiness and the Ruby Necklace: Welcoming the Storm
To forget the nightmare, Diari took Rina to the green hill. It was a place full of wild flowers and the scent of freedom. They ran together like two children. Suddenly, Diari stopped and pulled out a red ruby necklace—the same one he had bought for her during their darkest days.
Diari: "Rina... this is from the day my heart was bleeding just to see you. Come, let me put it on your neck; let it be a fortress to protect this delicate throat."
As Diari fastened the necklace, the air around them suddenly turned cold. The trees trembled in an unnatural way. The seal of Lina's magic began to throb within Rina's body. At that moment, Diari's eyes turned once again to a deep, burning crimson. Rina looked at him and, for a second, felt that the person before her was not Diari, but a prey in the hands of another devil like Lina.
The tremors of fear and love were intertwined; the war had begun, and this hill was only the bloody beginning.
Written by: Dlin_myth