Chapitre 27: ### **Chapter 26: Into the Abyss**
The weight of the dark force had grown unbearable, like a shadow that was not only watching but now actively closing in. I could feel it in every corner of my mind, creeping into my thoughts, twisting my emotions, testing my resolve. It was relentless, and I knew that it was not just some distant specter—it was here, now, fully aware of me, toying with me, pushing me to the edge. Yet, through it all, I refused to break. I had lived too long to succumb to fear.
Victor's presence was a constant, his steady hand at my back as we continued our relentless pursuit of the truth. If the force we were facing had come from ancient magic, then it followed that it would leave clues behind—whispers of its origin, perhaps even echoes of the rituals that had once bound it. But as the days passed and our search continued, I could feel time slipping away.
The tension in the air was palpable, a pressure that weighed on every conversation, every decision. The city was on edge. People whispered about the strange happenings—lights flickering, animals acting erratically, and shadows that seemed to move of their own accord. These were small signs, almost imperceptible, but they were growing more frequent, and the city felt as if it were teetering on the brink of something catastrophic.
Greta had not uncovered any new information. She had delved deeper into the ancient texts, consulted every resource at her disposal, but the answers remained frustratingly out of reach. The Binding of the First Shadow was all-encompassing, tied to forces that defied understanding. And the more she dug, the more I could see the toll it was taking on her. The burden of knowledge was heavy—too heavy. I could feel it in her eyes, that same edge of doubt I had seen in so many others who faced an adversary they could not comprehend.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of crimson, Greta finally spoke up. We were gathered in the mansion's study, the dim light casting long shadows over the worn pages of the books we had pored over for hours.
"I've found something," Greta said, her voice weary but urgent. "It's not much, but it's a lead."
I straightened, my attention snapping to her. "What did you find?"
She pushed the pages of an old tome toward me, her fingers tracing the markings as she spoke. "The Binding itself was created by a group of ancient witches, but the source of their power… it wasn't from this world. It came from something beyond. Something that shouldn't exist in our realm."
I studied the words, the ancient language difficult but not entirely foreign to me. The meaning was clear, though. The Binding was not just a magical spell—it was a portal. A seal meant to keep something from crossing over from another dimension. But this wasn't just any portal. This was a rift between worlds, a connection to a place where the rules of reality didn't apply, a place where power was not governed by mortal laws.
"That's… impossible," I muttered, my mind racing. "Are you saying this entity—this force we're facing—comes from another realm?"
Greta nodded solemnly. "Yes. And what's worse, the Binding wasn't a one-way door. The witches who created it were trying to contain something, but that something had a way of reaching into our world, even from the other side."
I stood, pacing, my mind struggling to make sense of it all. A rift between worlds? An entity from beyond our understanding? The implications were staggering. I could feel the weight of the world on my shoulders—this wasn't just a fight for survival anymore. It was a fight for the very fabric of reality itself.
"The ritual that unlocked the seal… Who would have had the power to do such a thing?" I asked, turning back to Greta. "Was it some kind of ancient sorcery?"
"Perhaps," she replied cautiously. "But there's another possibility. The forces that created the Binding weren't just witches. They were connected to something far darker. Something that knew how to manipulate the threads of reality."
I could see the horror dawning in her eyes, the realization of what we were up against. But I couldn't let that fear take root in me—not now, not when everything was at stake.
"Then we need to find whoever did this," I said, my voice sharp, the urgency of the situation settling into every word. "We need to know who broke the seal, and why. If we don't, we'll never stop this force from consuming everything."
Victor, who had been standing by the door, his arms crossed, leaned forward now, his voice low but resolute. "And if this entity truly comes from another realm, then it's not just about power, is it? It's about the balance. If we let it through, if we allow it to gain a foothold here, it could change everything. The entire world, as we know it, could unravel."
I nodded grimly. "I don't intend to let that happen."
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The following night, I walked alone through the mansion's hallways, my thoughts consumed with the mystery of the rift. I could feel the presence of the entity again, lurking at the edges of my consciousness, like a dark cloud waiting to descend. Its whispers grew louder the closer I got to the mansion's crypt.
I had learned not to fear the crypt. Not anymore. The ancient stones that had once confined me now felt like home, a place where I could think clearly. But tonight, something was different. The air was thick with the sense of something wrong, like an invisible weight pressing down on everything around me.
As I stepped into the crypt, I felt it. The pulse. The steady beat of a power that wasn't natural, a force that resonated with a strange energy. It was as if the very earth itself was alive with it, the stone beneath my feet vibrating in rhythm with the pulsing magic.
I stood there for a moment, waiting, sensing the magic that was building, swirling around me. Then, the shadows shifted. They seemed to move of their own accord, like a living thing.
And then, I saw it.
The figure appeared out of the darkness, its form indistinct at first, but soon becoming clear. A tall, thin figure, cloaked in robes that seemed to shimmer with an unnatural light. Its face was hidden, but I could feel its gaze on me, its presence seeping into my mind like an invasive virus.
*"You are getting closer,"* it whispered, the voice thick with power. *"Closer to the truth, Klaus's heir. But you still do not understand. You do not comprehend the magnitude of what you face."*
I took a step forward, my fists clenched. "Who are you?" I demanded. "What is it that you want?"
The figure remained silent for a moment, its presence a weight that threatened to crush me. Then it spoke again, its voice as cold as the grave.
*"I am the shadow that lies between the worlds. The one who has waited in silence, watching as you and your kind build your fragile lives, unaware of the true forces that govern this reality. I am the harbinger of your undoing, the one who will tear this world apart."*
I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I refused to show fear. I would not let it have the satisfaction.
"You will never succeed," I said, my voice steady, despite the fear that gnawed at the edges of my resolve. "I will not let you destroy this world. I will stop you."
The figure laughed, a sound that was both hollow and terrifying.
*"You cannot stop what is already in motion. You are only a part of the game, Klaus's heir. A pawn, just like all the others. You will learn that soon enough. And when you do, it will be too late."*
With that, the figure vanished, dissolving into the shadows, leaving me alone in the crypt, the weight of its words hanging in the air.
I stood there for what felt like an eternity, my heart pounding in my chest. The warning was clear: the entity we were facing wasn't just powerful—it was a force that had been waiting for this moment. It had seen everything we had done, every move we had made. And it was already steps ahead of us.
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The crypt seemed to close in around me, the walls pressing in with an unnatural sense of foreboding. The figure's words echoed in my mind. *"A pawn."* *"Too late."*
It was clear now. This entity wasn't merely playing with us—it was setting the stage for something far worse. But what? What was its endgame?
I didn't have the answers yet. But I would. We would.
I turned and left the crypt, my mind more determined than ever. The clock was ticking, and there was no time to waste. We were on the brink of something terrible, and the only way to survive was to dive deeper into the abyss of unknown magic. I didn't know what lay ahead, but one thing was certain:
I would fight until the very end.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone