Aurelian's steps echoed through the corridor as he walked beside the magical wall, the ancient inscriptions seeming to come alive with an eerie glow. Suddenly, without warning, a surge of malevolent dark magic struck him, catching him off guard and ensnaring him within the very walls he had trusted.
Caught in the clutches of the trap, the wall shimmered with a crimson light, the ancient inscriptions dancing ominously. He was stunned as he laid eyes on the figure that emerged before him.
"Elara," he breathed, disbelief and dread intertwining in his voice. What could she possibly want, dragging all who were connected to him into this sinister scheme?
"It's all in good fun, isn't it?" Nathaniel's voice echoed within the magical prison, confirming the mastermind behind this treacherous ambush. Aurelian's heart sank at the realization.
"Nathaniel, what are you doing? Have you truly chosen this path of self-destruction?" Aurelian's anguished shout resonated, his pain echoing through the confines of his magical imprisonment.
Nathaniel, now revealed as the orchestrator of this malevolent plot, laughed callously. He had willingly embraced darkness, steering towards a path of betrayal and chaos. "It will be exhilarating to witness your demise, writhing in pain. I care not for your cultivation nor your soul. My satisfaction lies in watching you perish, abandoned by your so-called friends."
Aurelian's voice wavered with pain as he struggled to respond, but Nathaniel silenced him effortlessly, imposing a shushing hush with a wave of his malevolent magic. The pain was excruciating, far beyond the physical realm, as Aurelian grappled with the treachery he was facing.
"I look forward to My friends turning against you in Kerin realm after you get destroyed, plunging a blade into your heart while I relish your agony," Nathaniel taunted sadistically. He conjured a chair, allowing himself to sit and watch the unfolding torment.
Aurelian, now groaning in agony, found himself battling not only the physical pain but the emotional torment of betrayal. He could endure this pain, he resolved, knowing that his friends would eventually find him through the tracking chain he wore. Yet, his hope wavered as Nathaniel took notice of the glinting chain and rendered it useless, breaking it into minuscule particles that vanished into the ether.
The pain intensified, but Aurelian clung to the faint glimmer of hope, praying that someone would realize his absence and come to his aid. The relentless torment drove him to the edge, but he remained determined to endure, clinging to the belief that his friends would overcome the treacherous web woven around them.