Ji-Hoo's voice trembled with anguish as he looked down at Mysta's pale, drained face. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he clutched her closer, his heart breaking.
"But why would she do that,? Didn't any of you stopped her? What's the point in my existence now?" he cried out, voice cracking with pain.
"We had so many things to do… so many plans. She just decided to die like that—gave her soul away, without thinking! She wasn't thinking straight, right? Someone… someone get her back!"
''Someone get her back!!, I want to see her smile again.''
''I wanna see her smile again I want to hear her voice again... Ha-Joon please Please bring her back.'' Ji-Hoo pleaded holding Mysta's lifeless and motionless body.
His plea echoed through the air, raw with desperation and heartbreak.
His hands trembled as he gently shook her, trying to wake her, wishing he could undo what had been done.
"Please," he whispered through his tears, voice filled with longing. "Come back… please. Don't leave me. I need you."
''If you knew you wouldn't be here and you brought me back at least take me with you.''
Bolt gently tapped Ji-Hoo on the shoulder, his voice soft but firm.
"We need to store her body. We can perform the Celestial Lament for her after the battle," he said quietly, his eyes filled with sorrow.
Ji-Hoo sighed deeply, shivering as he nodded, still trembling from the heartbreak.
Two figures entered slowly—one clad in pure white, believed to be an angel without wings, his face serene yet mournful.
The other was an angel with shimmering wings, holding a white coffin with ease adorned with intricate golden patterns.
With gentle care, they approached Mysta's lifeless form. The angel with wings carefully lifted the coffin, while the wingless angel supported her delicate body.
Ji-Hoo reluctantly released her hand, his voice barely a whisper.
"Be careful don't hurt her she's fragile." he murmured, eyes fixed on her face.
"Be careful, please…"
The angels moved with solemn grace, disappearing into the ether with the coffin in their hands.
Everyone watched as Mysta was put in a coffin locked away forever until Ji-Hoo's life dies after.
Ji-Hoo stood there, eyes staring into the distance, a mix of grief and longing etched into his face.
He let out a heavy sigh and turned to face the others. Bolt was already moving forward, grief-stricken. Bolt pulled Ji-Hoo into a tight hug, patting him gently on the back.
"Grandpa… my Joy's gone," Ji-Hoo whispered softly, his voice trembling with sorrow.
''I was planning to come back to her. '' He said sobbing.
''Promise me Ha-Joon you will never let whoever did this get away with this who started this battle , should die I don't care who it is.''
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Suddenly, a deafening explosion shattered the silence. Bolt flinched instinctively, clutching his nose as the sound grew even more thunderous.
He, Zephyria, Aquaris, Terranox, and Emberion hurried outside, their senses heightened, eager to discover the source of the chaos.
What they saw was a sight of impending doom — Vespera and her horde of monstrous minions had descended upon Mire's Palace, intent on claiming what was rightfully theirs.
The dark sorceress, with her sinister grace, had summoned her army to seize the humans trapped inside. She had cunningly instructed Elara to lead them into the trap.
"Surprise! Surprise!" Vespera's voice echoed, silky yet chilling, as she descended from the sky on her ancient, twisted broomstick.
Her violet hair cascaded like a flowing river of amethyst, bouncing with each elegant step she took toward the defenders.
Her eyes glittered with malevolent amusement, and her lips curled into a cold, cruel smile.
"We're here to claim our palace," Vespera declared, her voice echoing with a raspy, commanding tone that seemed to seep into the very air around her.
"Take it out, honey," Dracula whispered with a sly smile, his voice dripping with dark amusement.
Emberion, no longer able to hold back, ignited with fury.
Flames erupted from her very being — radiant, fierce, and untamed. Her eyes burned with determination, and her mouth opened in a fierce roar.
Fire blazed forth from her lips, illuminating the night with a blazing inferno.
"Don't you dare, Vespera... or I'm going to burn you alive," Emberion spat, her voice thick with rage. As she spoke, flames erupted around her like a blazing inferno, her entire body shimmering with raw fire energy. Her eyes burned fiercely, reflecting her burning determination.
"I will never let you hurt anyone. You've caused so much destruction," she shouted, her voice echoing with a fierce, thunderous tone. In a heartbeat, Emberion charged forward like a living flame, her body engulfed in roaring fire.
With a burst of speed, she lunged at Vespera, her fiery fists blazing as she aimed to strike her down.
Vespera, the dark sorceress, was quick to react. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a shield of shadowy energy, a swirling vortex of dark mist that shimmered like a mirror of the night.
She dodged Emberion's fiery blow, the flames licking at her protective barrier.
Her eyes glinted with wicked delight as she countered with a spell, tendrils of dark magic snaking out like serpents.
The witch's magic crackled with sinister power, as she unleashed a barrage of shadow bolts that darted toward Emberion.
Emberion responded instinctively—her flames danced and swirled around her, forming a blazing shield that deflected the dark magic.
Sparks and embers flew through the air as fire and shadow clashed in a furious duel.
Vespera's spells twisted and writhed, trying to ensnare Emberion, but Emberion's fiery aura was relentless.
She summoned streams of fire that shot like fiery arrows, aiming to burn through Vespera's shadowy defenses. Vespera, meanwhile, cast illusions and curses, attempting to disorient her fiery opponent with visions of chaos and despair.
"Master, what about Dracula? What are we going to do with him?" Elara asked softly, her voice barely a whisper carried by the wind. Her eyes flickered with concern as she clutched her shimmering, icy blade, the cold gleam of her magic shimmering in the moonlight.
Terranox looked around, his brow furrowed in thought. The ancient dragon's voice was hushed but tense. "His focus is on Emberion and Vespera's fierce battle, which is spiraling into chaos. He's too caught up in his dark amusement to notice us."
He paused for a moment, before whispering with a spark of resolve, "Let's attack now."
Elara's face lit up with a mixture of determination and hope. "Yes! Let's end this." Without hesitation, she sprinted forward, her icy blade shimmering with frost, slicing through the air like a shard of winter's wrath.
But Dracula, ever watchful and cunning, sensed their movement before it even fully unfolded.
With a swift, predatory motion, he turned his gaze just in time to see Elara's razor-sharp ice blade hurtling toward him. In a flash, he caught it between two fingers, his serpentine smile curling wider.
"Is that all you elemental fools have?" he taunted, his voice smooth and mocking, echoing with dark amusement.
His eyes glinted with malicious delight as his grin stretched even wider. "Let me see you do better."
With a flick of his wrist, Dracula's shadowy magic writhed like living tendrils, and every attack aimed at him—be it a sword, a blade, or a hand—danced away as if frozen in time, his body stiff and unyielding, yet eerily fluid.
He moved with an unnatural grace, dodging with ease, as if he was part of the shadows themselves, untouchable and invincible.
The others stepped back, panting, their faces tense with frustration and awe. Zephyria's voice was a whisper of worry. "He's too strong..."
Aquaris's voice was cautious but determined. "How can we possibly take him down?"
Bolt, eyes blazing with fiery resolve, clenched his fists. "I'll distract him," he declared with unwavering confidence. "Elara, you freeze him in place. Ready?"
Elara nodded, her breath forming icy clouds in the cold air. "Ready," she whispered, her eyes shining with icy determination.