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a blooming garden where butterflies danced and birds sang. Ivar, being extremely wealthy, had commissioned the construction of this grand estate, known for its

captivated everyone who observed her, creating a circle of admiration and pride among teachers and peers. In additi

, Aunt Liza's, was known throughout the town for its unmatched flavor. Holding the pie box carefully in her hands, Astri made her way

Her face lit up with a smile

pon crossing the threshold of their home, they were greeted by a shower of colorful confetti and

by the warm recepti

kitty-shaped confetti!" Ivar laughed,

revealed the apple pie-Mey's favorite dessert. "I can't believe it, is i

e you,

tervened, pretend

happy forever, the three of us!" M

i corrected, with a sw

ied with joy, tears tracing warm lines down his face. He enveloped Astri in an emotion

a baby," Astri

or Mey, who hugged her parents, sharing in

se and in the hearts of the family. They went to bed that night, with smiles on their fa

eard her parents' murmurs coming from the hallway. They were discussing the possibility of moving to a nearby town. An exceptional proposal had been made t

oble titles-couldn't be bought, no matter the size of his fortune. Despite

known. However, when she saw the joy and excitement in her parents' eyes, she chose not to ques

d and the fire of opportunity, had become a symbol of opulence and excess. His castle, an imposing structure built with the money extorted from Ivar, was more than just

l over the world. Persian rugs adorned the floors, while crystal chandeliers sparkled from the ceiling, illuminating the rare works of art

item, inflating the prices to absurd levels. Every sale to Ivar was calculated to maximize

easy profit threatened, his endless source of income drying up. In a fit of rage, he destroyed se

ow, his pure malice stood bare for all to see. The peace that once surrounded this family would be shattered-he would make sure of it. His rage was boundless, a seething storm of hatred that fed his mon

be erased, that their dreams would be twisted into nightmares. He would revel in their suffering, devouring every last hope until

n run into their parents' arms, but Mey, who was always the first to come out and run toward her, was inexplicably

you know wh

response lef

ady left with

home, my husband was still t

be her father. Since you've always been the only one to pick her up, I

eard what had happened, he desperately tried to think of who the m

who's sp

in the Skirnir Forest. I assure you, if you decide to visi

er, whose greed had darkened into something far more dangerous over the past few years. Sigurd had always been eccentric, but lately, he had become more withdrawn, more strange, and his insatiable hunger for wealth had spiraled out of control. Ivar h

further from genuine relationships. But now, Ivar realized just how dangerous he had truly become. Trembling with the ange

e... are you going?

r and wait for me here," Ivar repli

lled after him, "Wait, please! Talk to

e. "No. Sigurd's probably paid them off. They won't help us. He's

d one last word, her voice

y, tinting everything with shades of mystery and fear. Ivar, desperate, ran with palpable urgency, his hurried and resounding steps getting lost in the shadows that embraced the path. He felt an i

with meticulous caution, entered the dark mouth of the earth. The light gradually faded as he ventured deeper, plunging into ever-thicker darkness. His eyes scanned the gloom f

g him to challenge the lurking shadows. However, as he approached Mey, a black cloud enveloped him, obstructing his vision and sending him crashing to the ground. Reality

he weight of the surroundings. Stripped of his clothes, he felt a crushing vulnerability that resonated with the darkness around him. His eyes slowly opened to the gloomy scene, illumin

urious to see how long you'd

auors at will. A truly fascinating Arcano. I, on the other hand, absorbed the strength of a Nuckelavee," as he spoke,

ear and present in order to unleash its full potential. But even though Sigurd's Arcano remained hidden, its power, though weakened, was still

s are extremely valuable to me. I even tolerated your generous expenses based on my suggestions

gnized the person responsible and said, stunned: "Why..

orb its power. That moment had transformed him. No longer mortal, he considered himself a demon-repulsive, fearsome, and consumed by darkness. The arcane stren

ice dripping with malice. "And if you don't... well, I have something that wil

Mey hung by her wrists, ropes cutting into her neck, her eyes gouged out in a gruesome display of cruelty. Her body was covered in countless bruises, deep cuts, and all h

helpless rage. The weight of it all was too much, and eventually, exhaustion pulled him into unconsciousness, plunging him into an abyss where light and meanin

n, a beast capable of creating unimaginable riches, but no one had ever actually seen it, let alone its Arcano. The golden glow radiating from both of Ivar's hands, unlike most Arcanos that man

he kind of strength that would make him invincible in battle, but rather one that had allowed him to q

ous and envious, Sigurd sent spies to uncover the truth, and what they found revealed the whispers of something greater-something

demands Sigurd placed on him. He did everything for Mey, for the slim chance that keeping her alive would spare her from

ar passed out once more, his consciousness sli

air clung to him, a constant reminder of the misery and pain yet to come. Each breath was heavy, each movement an agony. The chains that held him were

metallic vibration of the chains echoing with every movement, the putrid smell of dampness mingling with the metallic aroma of

n the cruel cold of the prison, lay Astri's lifeless body, stretched out in a disturbing way. Her once colorful clothes we

, which used to shine with an indomitable spirit, were now closed forever. In

mixed with the browns and grays of the cell, creating a disturbing image that would haunt Ivar for the rest of his days. And in the midst of all

your wife had in meeting death. I wonder, will she also beg for my men to stop?" Sigurd's voice rever

rd, driven by his insatiable hunger for power and wealth, accumulated influence, becoming one of the most powerful men across all continents. H

own tongue. Her heart pulsed with deep hatred, daily fueled by the desire to repay the atrocities committed against her and her family. Memories of her mother and the muffled cries of her father haunted her mind. Her blindness only intensified h

cal entities. They are believed to possess the gift of hearing and perceiving things

cal entity. The Banshee, after years of observing and hearing Mey's thoughts, decided to bestow its supernatural powers upon her. A scarlet light, vivid like fresh blood, radiated throughout the cell. Mey experienced an inde

her's name is Frey Sueno. She was the light that illuminated my path when I was young, her presence so powerful that it made my pursuers give up on followin

Despite this, I decided to raise you as my own daughter, waiting for the right moment to reveal the truth. You are Mey Sueno, the descendant of Frey Suen

wn. An arcane symbol, hidden on her back, pulsed with a violent crimson glow. Her once fiery red hair had turned ghostly white, a

gh the walls, sense the movement of the guards, hear the fluttering of birds outside. Her awareness spanned to the d

vegetative state, he had been made to produce auors under Sigurd's cruel command. Every groan, every scream of pain from him had echoed through her mind all those years, but she couldn't bear to th

vent infections from the wounds inflicted over the years, was routine, but their distaste was palpable. The arcane symbol on her back remained hidden, unnoticed by them. To them, she was still the

d. Beneath the thin veil of weakness lay something f

ence. One maid barely had time to react as Mey's hand shot out, fingers like iron, crushing the maid's windpipe in a single, brutal motion. The sickening crunch of cartilage

r and pale skin, moving with the deadly grace of a predator. She struck fast, delivering a blow that crushed the maid's sternum. The sound of bones shattering under her fist wa

she ended the woman's life before any sound could escape. Blood poured out in thick, dark st

had treated her like a helpless burden for years, but in less than a minute, they we

her daily routine. The fabric was wrinkled, worn, and slightly torn in places, a reflection of how little care had been put into maintaining her appearance over the

ry guard's move before they even made it. She was invisible to them, not by magic, but by sheer control of her newf

their movements, their racing hearts. They were completely oblivious to the predator walking amongst them. Her mind tapped into

l, his body suspended from chains like a forgotten relic. His chest rose and fell in jagged, uneven breaths, each

alive by Sigurd's cruelty, barely human, broken beyond recognition. Mey couldn't see him, but s

second dragging like an eternity. She cou

wisting inside her. She stepped forward, each footfall leaden, and pressed the cloth to his face. His body jerked-a w

ow, as she felt the last ragged inhales stutter, then stop. Silence. A silence

o raw to cry, her body numb with sorrow. But she couldn't stop. She had to move. With a final, tre

now. Sigurd wasn't in the city, but the guards were-arrogant, oblivious, their thoughts clouded. Sh

resence was unmistakable. He had reveled in her pain, wielding whips, pliers, and methods so vile that even demons would recoi

ine. Hatred surged through her veins, every fiber of her being screaming for revenge. But she f

whip, burning her pale skin. It seared through her senses, b

stop, not even for a second, or the weight of her father's death would drag her

was five

s her thoughts to return to the forest where

thinking, that's amazing! Let's test it: What am I thinking now?

, "You're thinking about the warm bread your brother

name... can I learn to do that too?" the

me, but you can learn

n! By the way, w

e is Me