Chapter 12 Night When Rising Up (1)
The night that should have been enjoyed by many has now turned into a chilling horror; the power of paralysis paradox, a form of black magic with devastating extensive effects, spreads rapidly and is felt within a radius of dozens of kilometers, causing fear to creep across almost half the island. This magic is classified among the ten most powerful ancient sorceries, grouped into the category of black magic, and often carries an aura of misfortune, emptiness, and profound helplessness, threatening the safety of anyone caught within it. This sorcery is not merely a local threat; there are instances from other regions where its influence has had fatal consequences for communities, creating widespread panic and shaking the stability of entire areas.
"A good girl should not be out at night," he said in a firm tone, as if reminding a child lost in the deep darkness. His voice resonated, carrying the weight of a troubling warning. "Because of you, I am forced to act this way," he continued, his eyes shimmering with anger, like flames reflecting both sadness and disappointment. His expression indicated that this decision was not made lightly, but rather as a result of an internal struggle raging within him.
"IDIOT!" Rinoa shouted, her voice echoing, each word spilling from her lips like thunder that shook the air. "You could kill everyone!" she continued, her face flushed with anger, revealing the depth of her raging fury.
"Hmm, that's not my concern," he replied dismissively, his piercing gaze aimed directly at Rinoa's eyes, as if trying to penetrate her very soul. "Whether they wish to live or die is not my responsibility. My task here is to punish the naughty girl," he added, as he stepped forward slowly, each stride intensifying the oppressive atmosphere, his presence resembling a dark shadow enveloping Rinoa.
"Who exactly are you?" Hernandez asked, his tone laden with intrigue, his eyes blazing with anger. "Aren't you supposed to respect other people's privacy and not intrude while we are on a date?" He stood up, his body tense, as if ready to confront the looming dark figure approaching them.
The cloaked figure, with a face hidden in the shadow of his pitch-black robe, felt a boiling rage inside him in response to Hernandez's recent words. The frustration engulfing him seemed to shake the surrounding aura, as if the darkness surrounding him thickened, signaling the unspoken tension in the air.
"Rinoa, this is dark magic," Hernandez whispered hoarsely, his eyes scanning the darkness around them as if trying to catch hidden shadows.
"Yes," Rinoa replied hesitantly, her words seemingly caught in the tension enveloping the night.
"Can you explain to me what kind of magic is this that can ruin our date? I'm so frustrated that the turmoil in my chest has reached a level of 'hunger in the middle of the night'! This is not the time for failed magic experiments!" Hernandez exclaimed.
"Yes, yes, yes. You should just go to sleep instead," Rinoa remarked, turning away to gaze into the extraordinary and mysterious darkness of the night.
"Why?" Hernandez shouted in irritation, his face flushing with frustration.