Bab 7: Til Death Do Us Part
The ice Sanguine, fury etched upon her face, flew through the shattered window and landed gracefully amidst the swirling shards of glass. "I am Nevara, and feel the wrath of the Sanguine technique, Frozen Fury!" she announced, her voice as cold and unyielding as the ice she commanded. Her chemical burns healing from her Sanguine essence.
With a cruel smile, Nevara unleashed a powerful technique, her Frozen Fury expanding rapidly, engulfing the entire house in a relentless, frigid embrace. The walls groaned and buckled under the onslaught of ice, the very foundation of the home threatened by the vampire's unbridled power.
Owen, realizing that time was running out, made a desperate decision. He activated his own essence technique, Glass Manipulation, and with a fierce cry, he shattered every vial and flask in the house. The shimmering shards swirled around him, responding to his will as he directed them to form an impenetrable barrier around Lyra, shielding her from the destructive force of Nevara's ice.
Even as the house crumbled around them, reduced to frozen rubble by the relentless power of the ice essence, Owen and Elara stood firm, their love for their daughter giving them the strength to face down the vampire's wrath. But Nevara was not finished yet. She began to charge up an even more devastating attack, the very air around her crackling with the promise of annihilation.
In that moment, Elara knew what she had to do. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a small, glowing vial—an unstable version of the solution she had been working on to reverse the effects of the corrupted Sanguine essence technique. With a fierce cry, she hurled the vial at Nevara, the glass shattering upon impact and the volatile liquid within exploding in a blinding flash of light.
Nevara screamed in agony as the solution made contact with her icy form, the unstable compound reacting violently with her essence. The vampire's body began to dissolve, her ice constructs shattering and melting away as the alchemical solution did its work.
But the victory was short-lived. The force of the explosion had destabilized the house even further, and Owen and Elara knew that they had only seconds left. They turned to Lyra, their eyes filled with a fierce, unwavering love, and spoke their final words to her.
"Lyra, my little Moonbeam," Elara whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, "never forget how much your father and I love you. You have the power within you to change the world, to bring light to the darkness and hope to the hopeless."
Owen, his face streaked with tears, managed a brave smile. "You are destined for greatness, Lyra. Become the best alchemist this world has ever seen, and use your knowledge to help others, just as your mother and I have always strived to do."
As the house collapsed around them, Owen and Elara held each other close, their love a shining beacon in the face of oblivion. "We will always be with you, Lyra," they whispered in unison, their voices fading even as the roar of crumbling stone and splintering wood filled the air.
And then, in a final, devastating moment, the house imploded, the weight of the ice and the force of the alchemical reaction reducing it to nothing more than a heap of frozen rubble. Lyra, protected by her father's glass barrier, watched in horror as her parents disappeared from view, buried beneath the ruins of their once-happy home.
As the dust settled and the icy winds died down, Lyra found herself alone, kneeling amidst the wreckage. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out for her parents, her heart shattered by the enormity of her loss.
But even in her grief, she could feel the spark of determination igniting within her, the legacy of her parents' love and sacrifice burning bright in her soul. She would honor their memory by becoming the alchemist they always knew she could be, by using her skills and knowledge to fight back against the darkness that threatened to consume Nocturnia.
Rising to her feet, Lyra wiped away her tears and stood tall amidst the debris. She knew that the road ahead would be long and perilous, that the Mafia and their twisted essence techniques would stop at nothing to destroy all that was good and pure in the world.
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