Bab 11: Chaoter 11: Summon to the Air
The air crackled with tension, thick enough to choke on. Laura, pinned to the mattress by Loman's imposing presence, couldn't tear her gaze from the glint in his eyes, a glint that promised both danger and desire.
"All I need," Loman's voice purred, slithering close, "is the Crest, and those delectable Dragon eggs nestled beneath your pillow." His hand brushed against hers, sending a shiver down her spine – was it fear, or something more?
Laura's frown deepened, etching lines around her eyes that spoke of defiance and a hidden fire. "You shouldn't be here, Loman. And certainly not spouting nonsense about non-existent Dragons." Her voice trembled, but she held firm.
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down to Laura different path. "Nonsense? I'll give you change to filtrate that. And for Dragon? We both know how fast they're coming." A wicked smirk played on his lips, a predator savoring its prey.
A shiver wracked Laura's frame. The amulet, hidden beneath her clothes, pulsed with a faint warmth, a silent confirmation of Loman's words. Panic gnawed at her, but she forced herself to meet his gaze.
"I don't see any reason for giving them to you. " Laura said not knowing how to defend herself.
A cruel smile twisted Loman's lips. "Perhaps because the alternative is far less palatable," he tilted his head, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Imagine, Laura, the world bathed in fire, the earth trembling beneath the weight of their fury. All because a stubborn little girl refused to see reason."
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "I'm not seeking your permission because I needed them. It's just fun asking. "
Loman's hand twitched, fingers brushing against the hilt of a hidden blade. Laura's heart hammered against her ribs, each beat a drumbeat of anticipation. The air hung heavy, pregnant with unspoken threats and the weight of a choice that could change everything.
"Perhaps," he leaned closer, his voice a mere whisper, "you haven't heard the whispers I have. Whispers of what the Crest can do in the right hands, whispers of the power the eggs hold." His eyes narrowed, a glint of steel beneath the amusement. "Perhaps a little reminder is in order..."
"You don't look like the right person to handle them." Laura's voice, though shaky, held a steely resolve. "I can't give you a glimpse of them, the crest or the eggs."
"You need to be gentle with me, " he smirked and drive out the cold sword from it hidden. "It takes me just mere seconds and trust me no traces, after that, I'll go to Jack and Robin whom you've hidden the eggs with. "
The room pulsed with an unspoken tension, thick enough to slice with Loman's gleaming sword. Laura rolled her eyes, but the gesture lacked its usual fire. Confusion painted every crease on her face, a stark contrast to the defiant set of her jaw.
"How do you know Jack and Robin?" she pressed, her voice laced with suspicion, each word carefully measured.
Loman let out a throaty chuckle, the sound echoing eerily in the confined space. He casually tossed his sword onto the concrete floor, the clang adding to the symphony of unease. With a flourish, he rested his hand on the pommel, his gaze never leaving hers.
"Your greatest concern, shouldn't it be how I managed to escape death's clutches and track you down to the forbidden land called human realm ?" His voice, smooth as honey yet holding the bite of a viper, slithered into her ears.
A tremor ran down Laura's spine, betraying the carefully constructed facade of nonchalance. Of course, that was her Achilles' heel, the gnawing secret she desperately wished remained buried. Loman's words were like a torch igniting a tinderbox of anxieties. Each tick of the dusty clock amplified the silence, pregnant with unspoken threats and veiled meanings.
She bit her lip, drawing a metallic tang of blood. Her mind raced, desperately searching for answers, for escape routes. Was this mere happenstance, or something more sinister? Her intuition screamed the latter, fueled by the man's enigmatic smile and the glint in his steely eyes.
"Explain," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. Each syllable felt heavy, loaded with the weight of her vulnerability.
Loman's smile widened, a predator savoring the dance. "Patience, my dear," he purred, his voice dripping with amusement. "Answers have a price, and yours… well, yours might be steeper than you bargained for."
The air crackled with unspoken promises and veiled threats. Laura felt trapped, a fly caught in a cunning spider's web. With every beat of her heart, the room seemed to shrink, the shadows deepening, pressing in on her. What game was he playing? And at what cost would she learn the truth?
"I'll give you anything, anything but the dragon eggs." she let out with a trembling voice, her hand seemed to be soaking into the mattress, she find a sigh but couldn't see.
Once again, Loman sneered, "No. I do not need your permission to the egg anymore. You wouldn't give it and that's the only thing I want from you. "
"The I assumed you shouldn't be here anymore. " her word gently spoken.
The air crackled with the ozone tang of the sword's bite against the stone floor. Laura teetered on the precipice, not of a physical cliff, but of a truth more terrifying.
Loman's face a chilling mask of amusement, took another deliberate step closer, the point of his blade spitting sparks with each scrape.
Laura gasped, the plea strangled in her throat. "No... please," she whispered, voice raw with desperation. "I'm sorry I... I killed you, but you can't repay death with death!"
Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the world into a kaleidoscope of pain and fear. Yet, defiance flickered in her gaze. She inched towards the edge of the room, her hand instinctively tracing the hilt of her own blade.
Loman smirked, a predator relishing the dance. He saw the desperate glint in her eyes, the twitch of her fingers. With a flick of his wrist, the sword shifted, controlled by unseen magic.
It slammed against the wall, pinning Laura vertically, her breath knocked out of her in a pained whine.
The room pulsed with a terrifying tension, thick with the hum of magic. Loman's blue eyes, once vibrant, now mirrored the stormy depths of the ocean. "I don't need weapons or magic to break you," he rasped, his voice laced with a chilling calm "That was what's thought in the first place, but I was wrong, moving closer to you could even be more dangerous, but I wasn't the fool anymore. "
Loman's eyes narrowed, his gaze like a needle stitching her every move.
He circled her, each step a hammer blow on the anvil of her fear. "Please..." she choked out, her voice barely audible above the groans escaping her lips.
He stopped, amusement twisting his lips. He settled onto a nearby bench, his posture relaxed, yet predatory. "Oh, I'll keep you like this for a while," he drawled, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic glint. "But for how long? Even I don't know."
The pain in Laura's face deepened with each passing second, each etching a new line of crimson onto her pale skin. Loman's voice, laced with venomous ice, echoed in the room, "This isn't just for me, Laura. It's for my parents, for the life your family stole. And you'll pay, dearly."
Laura, eyes mirroring the crimson fury within, met his gaze. Even choked by his invisible hand, constricting her throat with bone-crushing pressure, a defiant ember flickered in their depths. This wasn't surrender; it was a challenge.
Loman relished the struggle, tightening his grip with a cruel smirk. Her breath hitched, then ceased altogether. Her limp body hung suspended, a puppet dangling from invisible strings. The clang of her sword hitting the floor echoed his smug victory. He leaned closer, relishing the silence, expecting her lifeless fall.
Then, a spark.
A soft, ethereal glow emanated from Laura's wrist, where the amulet chattered with an inner fire. The glow intensified, bathing the room in an otherworldly light. Before Loman's disbelieving eyes, Laura's body rose, suspended inches above the ground.
Her eyes snapped open, not with the dullness of death, but with a startling brilliance, the crimson depths now sparkling with an inner power. The air crackled with unseen energy, charged with the magic of the broken amulet.
Before Loman could react, Laura raised a hand, Her palm pulsating with an azure light.
From it, tendrils of shimmering energy erupted, coiling around him like ethereal chains. Panic surged through him, icy tendrils of fear gripping his heart. His magic, once so potent, now sputtered and died under a young girl overwhelming power.
Loman trapped prey as he struggled to free himself against the energy bind, but it was futile, the light burns brighter with every of his inch squeezing, agonizing surge as it engulfed him completely.
Silence descended to the room but Laura's raspy breath broke into it. Her eyes, still glowing, met the empty space where Loman had stood moments ago.
The air hummed with residual energy.
Laura's hand, still raised, slowly lowered as her palm dimmed to looks as it was. Her body descended, landing gently on the floor. The defiance in her eyes had morphed into a weary exhaustion, the weight of the fight etched onto her face.
"What was that?" A voice echoed with a gasp from the entrance.
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