章節 22: The Crimson Mist
As Atenzi was led from the arena, the roar of the vampire crowd faded behind him. The cool, damp air of the corridor was a stark contrast to the dry heat of the arena, making him shiver a bit. His wounds, hidden by adrenaline during the trial, now throbbed painfully.
"Impressive performance," a silky voice said from the shadows. Báthory stepped into view, her red eyes gleaming with curiosity. "I must admit, I didn't expect you to survive, let alone win in such a... unique way."
Atenzi straightened, ignoring the pain that shot through his shoulder. "I'm glad I could provide some entertainment, Your Majesty," he replied, unable to keep a hint of sarcasm from his voice.
Báthory's laugh was like breaking glass. "Oh, you did more than entertain, little king. You've caught my interest. Not many can tame the Nightwing Beast. Fewer still would think to try."
She circled him slowly, her gaze appraising. "But don't let this victory go to your head. The next trials will test more than just your physical skills and quick thinking."
"I look forward to the challenge," Atenzi said, meeting her gaze steadily.
Báthory's smile was all fangs. "I'm sure you do. Rest now, Atenzi of the Sovereign Lands. You'll need your strength for what's coming." With that, she melted back into the shadows, leaving Atenzi alone with his thoughts.
He was taken to a small, plain room where Musashi and Anzar were waiting. The old fisherman let out a low whistle as Atenzi entered.
"By all the gods, lad, you look like you've been dragged through all nine hells," Anzar exclaimed, helping Atenzi to a seat.
Musashi's expression was one of quiet pride. "You did well, Atenzi. Your solution was... unconventional, but effective."
Atenzi managed a weak smile. "I had a good teacher."
As Anzar tended to his wounds with supplies provided by their vampire hosts, Atenzi recounted the details of the trial. Musashi listened carefully, occasionally nodding or asking for clarification.
"Your use of Lashon Kesef was inspired," the swordmaster said when Atenzi had finished. "But be careful. Such power often comes with a price."
Atenzi nodded, wincing as Anzar applied a stinging salve to a particularly deep cut. "I know. But in that moment, it felt... right. Like I was tapping into something beyond just words."
Musashi's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Perhaps you were. The true nature of your gift may be more complex than we thought."
Their talk was interrupted by the arrival of a vampire attendant, bringing a tray of food and drink. The meal was simple but nourishing, clearly meant to help Atenzi regain his strength.
As he ate, Atenzi's mind turned to the trials ahead. "Any ideas on what I might face next?" he asked between bites.
Anzar shook his head. "The vampires are keeping quiet about it. But I overheard some guards talking. They seemed... nervous. Whatever's coming, it's got even them spooked."
Musashi's expression grew serious. "Be on your guard, Atenzi. The physical challenges you can overcome with skill and strategy. But I fear the next trials may target your mind and spirit."
Atenzi nodded, a sense of dread settling in his gut. "Any advice?"
"Trust your instincts," Musashi said after thinking for a moment. "Remember why you're here, what you're fighting for. In the darkest moments, let that be your guiding light."
As if on cue, the chamber door opened. The same vampire attendant who had brought the food now stood in the doorway, his face blank.
"It is time," he said. "The second trial awaits."
Atenzi stood up, squaring his shoulders despite the pain from his healing wounds. He turned to Musashi and Anzar, seeing worry and pride mixed in their eyes.
"Whatever happens," he said, his voice low and intense, "know that I'm grateful for your support. If I don't make it through this—"
Anzar cut him off with a gruff laugh. "None of that talk, lad. You'll make it through, or I'll personally storm the gates of whatever vampire hell they send you to and drag you back myself."
Musashi simply nodded, his eyes saying what words couldn't. Support, confidence, and a silent reminder of all he had taught.
Taking a deep breath, Atenzi followed the attendant out of the chamber. The corridors of Crimsonfall seemed to whisper as they walked, as if it was alive. Whether this was a feature of vampire architecture or a deliberate attempt to confuse him, Atenzi couldn't be sure.
They arrived at a set of fancy doors, black as night and carved with scenes of beautiful, terrible things. The attendant stepped aside, gesturing for Atenzi to enter.
As Atenzi pushed open the doors, he was surrounded by a thick, red mist. The air was heavy with a coppery smell that he recognized with a jolt of disgust: blood.
"Welcome, Atenzi of the Sovereign Lands, to the second Crimson Trial," Báthory's voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere. "You've proven your physical prowess. Now, let us see the strength of your will."
The mist began to swirl and take shape, forming figures both alluring and terrifying. Atenzi felt a pull, an almost irresistible urge to lose himself in the red haze.
With effort, he centered himself, remembering Musashi's teachings and his own sense of purpose. Whatever temptations or horrors this trial held, he would face them.
For his people, for the future of Naaim, he would endure.
The Trial of Will had begun, and Atenzi steeled himself for the challenge ahead. Little did he know that this test would push him to the very limits of his mental strength, forcing him to confront desires and fears he never knew he had.
As the blood mist surrounded him completely, Atenzi took a deep breath, ready to face whatever nightmares or temptations the vampires had in store.
The true test of his character was about to unfold...
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