บท 545: Third Arc (Fallen Heart) - 310. Faint I
Third Arc (Fallen Heart) - 310. Faint I
But of course, Angel knew he had to discuss this with Rose. The connection to the Erebus Mountains meant that this might tie back to the late dark king, and understanding this link could illuminate the cryptic passages in the Heart family's history book. More importantly, he didn't want any more problems or misunderstandings between him and Rose. The past misunderstanding had almost driven him to kill her, a mistake he couldn't afford to repeat. That near-tragedy still haunted him, and he was determined to ensure their relationship remained clear and untroubled.
Angel sighed. He slipped the bracelet back into his blazer pocket, feeling the cold metal through the fabric. "I surely have a lot of homework to do," he muttered to himself, filling his heart with mixed feelings. The excitement of a potential breakthrough was tempered by the daunting journey ahead.
He stood up, straightening his blazer, and walked out of the room.
That night, after a long day filled with the usual royal duties and responsibilities, Angel found himself once again in his study room. The quiet of the night enveloped the castle. His study, dimly lit by a solitary candle, felt like a sanctuary for his mind.
The bracelet lay on his desk, its colorful gems catching the flickering light and casting small, fragmented reflections around the room. Angel had intended to retire to his chamber for a well-deserved rest or perhaps to discuss his intentions with Rose. But the blurry image of the woman he had seen earlier haunted him, compelling him to examine the bracelet once more.
He was sitting down at his desk, leaning forward to study the bracelet closely. The woman in his vision, though unfamiliar, seemed to call out to him with a strange, almost magnetic connection. He could feel her emotions vividly—the desperation, the sadness, and the determination to escape. It was as if her struggle was his own.
The image of her running through the dense forest played over and over in his mind. Despite the blurriness of her face, Angel was certain of one thing, there was no fear in her expression. Instead, her eyes, though indistinct, radiated a fierce determination. She was not fleeing out of terror; she was seeking freedom, breaking away from something—or someone—that had kept her imprisoned.
Angel's thoughts were a tumultuous storm. Who was this woman? What was her connection to the bracelet? And why did he feel such a strong bond with her, despite never having met her? The sadness he felt when he saw her struggle was almost overwhelming.
Curiosity gnawed at him. The connection he felt was too strong to ignore, and he needed to understand more. Angel decided to use his dark power to extract more information from the bracelet. He closed his eyes, focusing on the faint magic flow within the artifact. The energy was weak, almost imperceptible, but he could feel it pulsing beneath his fingertips.
He concentrated, summoning the dark magic that coursed through him. His father's murderer had used dark magic, and now Angel hoped that the same power could help him unlock the secrets of the bracelet. He channeled his energy into the object, trying to draw out any remaining traces of magic.
But no matter how hard he tried, he failed. The magic trace within the bracelet was getting thinner, almost non-existent. It was as if the images he had seen earlier that evening were the last clues the bracelet could convey before all its power was completely dimmed. The frustration built inside him as he pushed harder, desperately trying to connect with the faint remnants of magic.
But the magic within the bracelet continued to fade, slipping through his grasp like sand through his fingers. The more he tried to hold onto it, the more it seemed to dissipate. He could sense the last vestiges of power dwindling.
Angel opened his eyes, feeling defeated. The bracelet lay on the desk, its once-mysterious aura now almost completely extinguished. The answers he sought were slipping away, and he felt powerless to stop it.
He sighed, leaning back in his chair. The bracelet had given him its final clue and refused to let the trail go cold.
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