Amidst the chaos, a red-eyed boy with black hair stood defiantly, his black blazer slightly dishevelled against his red t-shirt.
His conflicted emotions were evident as his body moved against his will, fists clenched tightly around the throat of the golden-haired witch.
The clash between them had caused a luxurious car to crumble, its once elegant doors now shattered with glass and metal fragments floating through the air.
[Onver's pov]
In my view, I could see the mixture of surprise and shock on Ailith's face as her protective barrier was effortlessly broken by my bare hand.
Time seemed to bend and warp as both of us were propelled out of the car, the surroundings slowing down around us. Desperately, I gripped my right hand with my left in an attempt to regain control of my actions.
With a sudden explosive boom, we collided with a nearby wall, the impact sending shockwaves through the air. Debris flew and dust filled the space as fragments of the demolished wall swirled around us.
It was evident that this encounter had unleashed a powerful force within me, one that I struggled to control. Meanwhile, Ailith, bewildered and captivated, could only bear witness to her crumbling world, the unexpected turn of events leaving her both stunned and intrigued.
My hands held tightly onto Ailith's throat, her back pressed against the wall. The struggle within me was reflected in my expression as I fought against the hidden thoughts that seemed to control my body.
I couldn't help but think, "She will die!"
But deep down, I knew that wasn't the truth.
"The blame lies with me, not her."
A conflicting thought emerged, "She needs to be taught a lesson."
"No," I reasoned. "Wait, what am I even thinking?"
Amid my internal battle against intrusive thoughts, my desperate attempt to block the movement of my right hand on Ailith's neck with my left hand consumed me.
Amidst the chaos, I became acutely aware of the swirling dust, a residue from the recent collision when I forcefully dragged her out of the car and into the centre of town.
At this moment, my right hand maintained a firm grip around Ailith's neck, applying pressure relentlessly. Simultaneously, my left hand desperately fought to regain control, aiming to block the harmful actions of its counterpart.
This constant struggle played out within my mind as my toxic thoughts alternated between desires to harm her and an urge to save her.
The physical representation of this internal conflict manifests through my right hand, driven by an instinct to bring about harm, and my left hand, desperately seeking to intervene and prevent it.
Amidst this internal turmoil, my surroundings gradually come into focus. Gasping for air, I try to make sense of the situation I find myself in.
The realization hits me with startling clarity—I am standing in the heart of a vibrant and bustling modern city. Life abounds as people go about their daily routines, towering buildings showcasing modern architecture, and the streets teeming with activity. It is a city that hums with energy, alive with the rhythm of countless lives converging.
As this chaotic scene unfolds, the grip of my hand tightens around Ailith's neck. The presence of the nearby wall creates a sense of confinement, amplifying the tension and intensifying the feeling of being trapped.
Every detail becomes heightened, my senses acutely aware of the pressure against my fingertips, the pounding rhythm of my heartbeat, and the collective pulse of the city enveloping us.
Within this frenetic moment, I struggle to reconcile the conflicting thoughts and actions battling within me.
The intensity of the situation becomes palpable as if a spotlight illuminates the dangerous precipice we stand upon.
The modern cityscape surrounds us, with its towering structures, bustling streets, and an air of urgency coursing through its veins.
Amidst our grappling, as I desperately try to maintain control, Ailith proves to be more agile and skilled than I anticipated.
With remarkable speed and precision, she evades my grasp, deftly flipping her body upside down and then manipulating her movements to break free from my grip.
As her hand reaches mine, a wave of swirling and pulsating energy emanates, a visible representation of her magical prowess.
And then, with a resounding boom,
BOom
The impact of her strike lands squarely on my abdomen, a forceful swoosh that sends me staggering backwards.
The battle commences amid a modern, magic-less town, and the clash between brute strength and magical powers intensifies.
Ailith and I exchange blows, utilizing our skills to gain the upper hand in this visceral confrontation.
Amidst the mayhem, echoing footsteps and heavy breathing fill the air, an audible reminder of the intensity of the fight.
Each clash of our fists echoes through the streets, creating a thunderous symphony of thumps.
The crackle of energy and the whoosh of spells being unleashed further contribute to the cacophony of the battle.
Conflicting thoughts rush through my mind amidst the chaos. I question the purpose of this fight, wondering why I am engaged in such violence.
A response emerges within me, driven by a determination to teach Ailith a lesson she won't forget.
Observing Ailith preparing a spell, I instinctively attempt to disrupt her incantations. My efforts prove partly successful, momentarily throwing her off balance.
However, I am filled with unease at the consequences of my actions. "Don't fight me, please just run..." I plead, but despite her momentary imbalance, Ailith's battle instincts remain sharp.
She swiftly adapts to the disruption, continuing the fierce exchange of blows with unwavering determination.
The intensity of our battle captures the attention of the townsfolk, who become spectators to the unfolding spectacle.
Terrified gasps, startled screams, and the occasional crash of objects being inadvertently knocked over contribute to the backdrop of the chaotic combat.
The clash between my physical strength and Ailith's magical prowess engulfs the heart of the town, leaving behind a trail of destruction and chaos.
The escalating intensity of our struggle underscores our unwavering determination, as neither of us is willing to yield.
Suddenly, a luminous glow envelops Ailith's figure, indicating that her spell has been cast.
A shock reverberates through my body as she speaks in a deep, ancient voice:
"[TERMINATE: The severed]."
An intense pressure bears down on me, causing the world around me to blur.
My vision distorts, and I perceive rotating surroundings as if my head has become separated from my body.
The realization dawns upon me that simply disrupting the spell doesn't nullify its effects. If only I had possessed knowledge of magic, perhaps the outcome would have been different.
"Maybe I will Regress or reincarnate in another world."
The possibility of rebirth or regression enters my thoughts, contemplating the unknown future that awaits me.