As soon as Harry finished speaking, a palpable force seemed to grip the room, leaving everyone in a state of stunned realization. The expressions on each face revealed a sudden clarity, as if the pieces of a complex puzzle had just fallen into place. Harry’s insight dispelled the doubts and confusion that had clouded our minds, connecting everything into a coherent narrative. Yolanda’s plan wasn’t merely about a battle of strength; it was a calculated assault on our psychological vulnerabilities. By targeting what we held most dear, she aimed to manipulate our decisions and actions. Neil, though unsuited for combat, had become Yolanda’s most lethal pawn precisely because of his fragility.My thoughts began to drift back to the moment when Yolanda and Neil first crossed paths. I remembered how Neil, in a desperate attempt to defend himself, had used a magic potion that ended up wounding Yolanda. At that moment, Yolanda had been closing in on Neil, her eyes gleaming with malice, as if s
Ethan immediately shook his head, dismissing the idea: "No, that's out of the question. The evil spirit is far too dangerous—we can't take the risk of activating the magic box first. The consequences would be catastrophic." His tone was firm, carrying a clear warning rooted in reason. It was evident that this plan was far too reckless to consider. Lisa added, “We have no solid evidence or precedent to guide us on the possibility of trapping the evil spirit in an animal or corpse either. If it fails, the consequences could be disastrous. And as for trying to lock it in Yolanda, she’d likely retaliate with dark magic before the spirit even takes hold, and could easily transfer it to someone else. Yolanda would never allow herself to be cornered like that.” Her analysis made the plan seem even more perilous and impractical, leaving us with little hope of its success.Peter's sigh hung heavy in the room, his voice barely above a whisper as he said, "It seems like, in the end, we're left
Yolanda looked at me, a mocking smile curling at the corners of her lips. "You're quite the romantic, aren't you?" she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Emotions are meaningless. People like you, who are so consumed by them, are the weakest." Her words struck me like a cold, heavy stone pressing down on my chest, making my heart sink with the weight of her contempt.Harry couldn't hold back any longer. He lashed out, his voice thick with anger and disdain. "That's something only someone as heartless as you would say!" His words cut through the tense atmosphere, carrying the weight of a final judgment against Yolanda's twisted sense of humanity. His defiance was a stark contrast to her cold indifference, a reminder that no matter how powerful she was, there were still things she could never understand or possess.Yolanda's reaction was chilling. Instead of anger, she burst into laughter, a sound that echoed eerily through the empty room, tinged with madness. "Heartless?" she s
But Yolanda caught wind of it, her sneering laughter cutting through the air as if she had anticipated our reaction all along. "Did you really think I wouldn’t know the magician’s box was in your possession?" she said, her voice dripping with mockery. "It was the River family who reached out to us. They claimed they overheard your conversations in the villa, plotting against us. You know what they say—‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend.’ They even invited us to your villa. The moment I stepped inside, I could sense the presence of the magician’s box." Her words flowed as if she were recounting the most ordinary of events, but each syllable struck us like a heavy blow to the heart.We exchanged uneasy glances, our hearts gripped by shock and fear. Ethan and Lisa locked eyes, a shared but unspoken understanding passing between them, heavy with complex emotions. Yolanda's revelation had caught us off guard, especially the speed and precision with which she had detected the magician’s bo
Yolanda's eyes flickered with a hint of disdain as she glanced up at Kim, her gaze filled with scorn. “Ha, a mere human overestimating himself,” she sneered, her voice dripping with cold mockery, as if Kim was nothing more than a pawn in her game, utterly harmless and insignificant. Her arrogance and condescension thickened the air in the room, tightening the tension to the point where it felt like an uncontrollable conflict could erupt at any moment.However, Kim remained unfazed by her words, merely offering a slight smile, a serene calmness radiating from him. “Not as powerless as you think,” he replied, his tone laced with subtle irony and a hint of triumph. “At least my headaches are gone.” His voice was devoid of unnecessary emotion, as if he were stating a trivial fact, yet his words struck like a heavy blow, landing squarely on Yolanda’s ego.Yolanda’s face turned ashen in an instant, her eyes filled with disbelief and shock. “Impossible!” she nearly screamed, her voice tinged
Maria took the magician’s magic box from her earring. It was not as what we had imagined—nothing like the large, imposing vampire’s magic box from last time. Instead, it was a delicate, small box radiating a strange and mysterious glow. We hadn't had the chance to closely examine the vampire’s magic box before; but now, with this magician’s magic box in Maria's hand, right before our eyes, its every detail unfolded clearly in our view.Its surface was inlaid with intricate runes that seemed to glow as if in motion, the light dancing gently, almost as if it were alive. The moment the magician’s magic box appeared, the air in the room seemed to grow heavier, as though weighed down by an invisible force, making even breathing feel like a struggle. I could feel my heartbeat quickening with every passing second, as if it, too, sensed the oppressive power emanating from the magic box. Yolanda's eyes were fixed intently on the magic box, her pupils slightly constricted. This was the object s
Lisa, her face etched with desperation, called out to Neil, “Neil, Neil, wake up! It’s me, Lisa!” Her voice was urgent and sorrowful, each plea laden with boundless emotion and hope, as if trying to pierce through Neil's numbed consciousness. Her words trembled with a barely contained quiver, each call feeling like a piece of her soul reaching out in anguish.Seeing Lisa’s desperate pleas, we couldn’t help but join in. I heard myself shouting, “Neil, it’s me, Ryan! Do you remember what we talked about? You can’t be controlled; you have to wake up!” Harry and Peter also raised their voices, their tones a mixture of anxiety, anger, and despair, but above all, there was a deep yearning and conviction. We hoped that our voices might break through the haze of control and bring Neil back to us.We weren’t sure if our efforts would be effective, or if our heartfelt calls could counteract Yolanda’s dark magic, but it was all we could do at that moment. We had to believe that our voices could
The situation with Maria was far from promising; many of the magicians had already been knocked to the ground. The battlefield was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and burning, each shockwave reverberating through the air and the earth. Despite her exhaustion, Maria pressed on, sweat streaming down her face, her gaze resolutely fixed. Her magical light flickered repeatedly, but it was clear that both her stamina and magical energy were dwindling. Standing alone amidst the chaos of the battlefield, she bore the weight of everyone’s hope, fiercely resisting Yolanda's relentless attacks.At last, both sides had reached their limits; the magical energy was no longer easily expendable, and the battlefield fell into an eerie silence. Both sides seemed to have entered a stalemate. At that critical moment, bottles of glowing magical elixirs suddenly flew toward Yolanda! Each bottle traced an arc through the air, imbued with potent magical energy, and headed straight for Yolanda. It turned