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The sage's piercing gaze locked onto Adley, her voice low and mysterious. "You, Adley, don't believe in yourself one bit. The doubts and griefs within you are a heavy burden, a weight that will drag you down into Hermes' darkness unless you let go."
Adley's smile was laced with skepticism, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, that's one possible way to look at it," he said, his chuckle low and husky. "But I've got an ace up my sleeve - hypnotic resistance."
The sage's expression turned enigmatic, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Adley. You don't possess hypnotic resistance; instead, you have a heart full of purity and courage."
Adley's eyes widened in surprise, his brow furrowing in confusion. The sage's words left him reeling, like a door had opened to a hidden truth.
With a gentle smile, the sage gestured towards the door. "You may return to your friends now, Adley."
As the sage stood up, her eyes landed on a woollen coat, and Adley's voice cut through the silence. "May I borrow that?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
The sage's gaze lingered on the coat, a flicker of nostalgia crossing her face before she nodded. "Take it, Adley. It may keep you warm on your journey."
He nodded decisively and grabbed the woollen coat hanging by the door before stepping outside. The chilly air hit him, but his eyes quickly found Dianne, seated on a worn wooden bench. Her travel bag was buckled beside her, and a woolen wrap snugly covered her ears against the cold. A gentle smile crept onto his lips as he approached her and tenderly draped his coat over her shoulders. She flinched at the unexpected gesture, turning to find Adley standing beside her, his eyes warm and reassuring.
"What did she say?" Dianne's voice was a mix of curiosity and concern, her eyes searching his.
"Nothing much," Adley replied, his tone light. "Just that I should let go of all my doubts and griefs so Hermes doesn't feed off them and possess my mind." He chuckled, and Dianne's shoulders relaxed as she released a deep sigh of relief. For a moment, she had feared the sage's words might have shattered Adley's hope.
Dianne's gaze locked onto Adley's, her eyes softening. "I'm glad it was nothing serious," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves.
Adley's smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He sat down beside her, their legs brushing lightly. "Yeah, me too," he said, his voice tender. He studied her face, every line and curve etched with care. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Dianne."
A blush crept up Dianne's cheeks, and she looked away, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and warmth. "You'll never have to find out," she murmured, her voice so soft it was almost carried away by the wind.
The moment hung between them, filled with unspoken emotions and the promise of shared strength.
Adley's eyes sparkled with amusement as he teased, "Why? Scared for me?" He sat down beside Dianne, his closeness sending a jolt through her. Her heart raced, but her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that spoke volumes.
"Whatever you do... don't die, Adley," she said, her voice firm yet tinged with fear. Her hands clenched into fists, as if she could physically hold onto him and keep him safe.
Adley's smile faltered, his expression turning serious. "I won't," he promised, his gaze burning with determination as he held her stare.
Dianne's eyes narrowed, her jaw set in a fierce line. "Is that all?" she asked, her voice low and urgent. Adley nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, though his mind drifted to the sage's ominous warning: "You must return to your world after all this."
The thought of leaving Dianne behind felt like a dagger to his heart. He couldn't bear it, not after everything they'd been through together. The sage's words echoed in his mind:
"Your world needs you ,more than this one does... You must return purity to your world." Adley's shoulders slumped under the weight of the task ahead, his resolve wavering.
Suddenly, Dianne's hand shot out, grasping his arm with fierce intensity. "Adley, look at me," she demanded, her eyes blazing with determination. "I won't lose you, Adley. I won't lose anyone else I care about. We'll face this together, always."
Then realization hit him. She wasn't going to lose anyone else she cared about. "You care about me?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with happiness.
Dianne's cheeks flushed, and she looked away for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "Of course I do," she admitted, her voice soft but sincere.
Her words reignited a fire within him. Adley lifted his gaze, meeting her fierce expression with a renewed sense of purpose. "Together," he echoed, his voice steady. "Always."
Noelle's voice cut through the tension, her eyes gleaming with urgency. "Guys, we've got to leave now!" Adley sprang into action, his hand extended to help Dianne up. She took it, her fingers wrapping around his with a sense of trust. Noelle's portal swirled to life, a shimmering vortex that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The trio stepped through it, their movements swift and synchronized like a well-oiled machine.
On the other side, Hermes' voice dripped with sarcasm. "Robecca, my dear, I have a little task for you." Robecca's eyes narrowed, her lips compressing into a thin line. "What is it, Hermes?" she spat, her tone laced with venom. "You interrupted my session, and now you want something?"
Hermes' smirk grew wider, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "I want you to summon the creatures of the forbidden forest. We're going to wage war on the world." Robecca's eyeballs rolled in exasperation. "And why would I do that?" she drawled, her voice heavy with disdain.
Hermes' voice dropped to a low growl. "Because I command you, Robecca. And you will obey." His words seemed to carry a dark power, and Robecca's eyes turned a soulless black. "Yes, my lord," she intoned, her voice devoid of emotion. Hermes' smile grew wider, a cold, calculating glint in his eye. "Excellent. Let the games begin."
As the clock struck 11:15, Adley's eyes widened in alarm, his gaze fixed on the tower clock's ominous face. Dianne's confident declaration cut through the tension, her voice steady and reassuring. "Just enough time to do what we need to." Her eyes gleamed with determination, her jaw set in a fierce line.
"Noelle, get the students to safety, sound the alarm!" she instructed, her tone serious and urgent. Noelle's response was immediate, her feet pounding the ground as she rushed into the school, her face set in a fierce determination.
Adley's eyes turned to Dianne, his brow furrowed in concern. "And what do I do?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.
Dianne's announcement was swift and decisive. "You're coming with me." Her hand grasped his, pulling him towards the magical building. Their footsteps echoed through the deserted corridors, the only sound in the oppressive silence.
Inside the building, Dianne's movements were swift and precise, her hands gathering the materials for the spell with a practiced ease. Candles, incense, white chalk, and her spell book lay arranged on the ground, the air thick with anticipation. Her eyes locked onto Adley's, her gaze burning with an inner fire. "I'm gonna cast a spell," she declared, her voice low and husky. "It's called the Soul Attraction Spell. It's a powerful and forbidden spell that calls and draws the soul of the wanted person."
The air seemed to vibrate with tension, the words hanging in the air like a challenge. Adley's eyes were fixed on hers, his face pale with concern, as if he sensed the danger that lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike.
Adley's eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued. "And who are you going to call?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dianne's gaze locked onto his, her eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. "The Chosen," she replied, her voice steady and resolute.
Adley's eyes widened, his mind racing with the implications. "It's going to be difficult," Dianne warned, her expression somber.
But Adley's encouragement was swift and sincere. "You can do it!" he exclaimed, moving closer to her. "Believe in yourself!" His words were laced with conviction, his eyes shining with faith in her abilities.
Dianne's expression turned serious, her tone dripping with caution. "This is going to be way more dangerous than that ," she warned, her eyes gleaming with a hint of fear. "If anything goes wrong, ring this," she said, handing him a small bell. "It'll alert me if something's off."
Adley's grip on the bell tightened, his heart racing with anticipation. "How will I know?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dianne's declaration was swift and confident. "Trust me, you will," she said, her eyes burning with an inner fire.
With a swift motion, she instructed him to step aside. Adley moved quickly away from her, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of awe and trepidation. And then, she began to chant, her voice low and hypnotic, the words of the Soul Attraction Spell weaving a spell of their own.
"'Astra sodales, animam attrahimus...'" she chanted, her voice rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence. The air around her seemed to vibrate with energy, as if the very fabric of reality was bending to her will.
As the tempestuous storm unleashed its fury, the air grew thick with electricity. Dianne's voice rose above the din, her chanting spellbound and unyielding. Adley's eyes strained to remain open, but the intensity of the wind, lightning, and thunder threatened to consume him.
"Dianne!" he shouted, his voice hoarse with desperation, as if the very darkness itself was suffocating him. "Dianne!" he called again, his words laced with a sense of urgency, his heart racing with fear.
Blood trickled down her nose, then her ears, like crimson tears, as if the spell was exacting a terrible price. Adley's panic reached a fever pitch as he grabbed the bell, its metallic clang echoing through the chaos. "Oh no!" he cried, his voice cracking with anguish.
With a swift motion, he discarded the bell, as if it was a useless talisman. He rushed to Dianne's side, his hands grasping for her, shaking her with a ferocity that belied his fear. "Dianne!" he kept calling, his voice a raw plea, but she remained unresponsive, lost in the vortex of the spell.
The storm raged on, its fury unabated, as if feeding off Dianne's magic. The wind howled like a chorus of banshees, the lightning flashed with an otherworldly glow, and the thunder boomed with a deafening roar. The atmosphere was heavy with foreboding, as if the very fabric of reality was about to unravel.