All Chapters of The Magician's Revenge : Chapter 41
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Chapter 41
The sun had set before Mason and his friends reached the edge of Cireen. The city lay silent and gray. Ash flaked from broken walls. No birds flew. No animals stirred.Mason looked at the silent streets and felt cold in his chest.Aurora tightened her cloak. She looked worried. “I don’t like this place,” she said softly.Mason nodded. He did not like it either. The air felt heavy. Their footsteps made dust rise. The night wind whispered across empty buildings.They set camp near the old gate, broken stone, rusted iron. Aurora lit a small green lantern. Norra checked her gear. Elara looked at old maps. Holt, the storm mage, watched the dark city.Mason stared at a statue near the gate. A woman in robes, face cracked, hands reaching into nothing. Mason whispered, “She looks broken.”Norra answered, “Maybe she knows we should not be here.”Mason did not speak. He stared at the empty city. He felt the letter's weight again in his pocket and the echo of that strange rune on the paper.Thre
Chapter 42
Away from the furthest edge, beneath shadowy skies, Mason and friends were walking, gripped by cold winds, the east and south winds once carried songs of the little birds, and now everything stood broken. A new thing had turned up in John's family vault, a hidden library underneath his estate. Only four had gone there.Mason, Aurora, Norra, and John. Elara had stayed behind at the academy to keep watch. The vault smelled ancient. Dust motes floated in thin shafts of light. Books were lined along very tall shelves. Scrolls lay scattered on the floor.John closed the door softly. His expression was slightly nervous. “This library… it is special. A library that my family built. It contains some secrets concerning our bloodline and also about the veil between worlds.”Mason nodded. He held Severing Blade like a crutch. It had no power now, but the weight still rested in his palms. "Anything that talks about soul anchors, the mirrors, or governing lines needs to be found."Aurora stepped
Chapter 43
They traveled south for days. The wind changed. The sky grew copper-red. The air tasted of sand.They reached Calloria, a city built on dunes. It was a city of spires made from sun‑baked bricks. People walked in loose robes. Oasis wells lay hidden behind narrow alleys.No one looked at Mason’s sword. No one cared. They went to the old desert library, buried beneath the top spire. Called the Hidden Archive, it held ancient scrolls, many lost to time. No mages had entered it in decades.Aurora knocked on the heavy door. It swung open by itself. Inside, dust and silence waited. Mason led the way, fingerprint on the rune lock. The shielded lamp lit on his chest as he entered.The archive was huge. Shelves soared above them. Dust floated down in golden sunbeams. Spines of scrolls glowed faintly.They split into two pairs: Mason and Aurora to find anchor information. John and Norra to track Cabal movement.Elara stayed behind near the entrance. She held the prophecy book close. She would g
Chapter 44
The desert wind was cold when Mason stepped off the dune‑steed. The sky was pale silver. No sun. No storm. Just emptiness, and the echo of wind against broken stone.He stood at the edge of Redreach Fortress, a ruined tower half buried in sand. Once strong and proud, now only a few walls and archways remained. Still, it felt alive. The air whispered through cracks in the rock. Mason took a deep breath. He felt the prophecy’s weight.The missing third anchor haunted him. It was gone. Someone had taken it. He must chase. Behind him, Aurora, Norra, and John dismounted quietly. Elara remained at the gate, holding the prophecy book open. She whispered, “The anchor’s tether was here. But it pulled away. They fled north.”Mason nodded. “Then we follow.”They crossed sand dunes at midday, the wind like ice. Their clothes loosened. Their steps slow. They reached the fortress as the sky dimmed.They entered the fortress carefully. Sand drifted through every doorway. Statues of warriors stood
Chapter 45
The letter lay on Mason’s desk when he returned to his dorm room: “We strike at midnight.” No signature. Just a dripping red mirror seal.His heart felt heavy. He knew it could be the Cabal, or someone deeper. Someone feeding off his path.He closed the window to silence creaking in the hall. The city seemed quiet at first. But silence was not comfort anymore.Later that night, Mason found Aurora in the training yard. Students practiced beneath dim torches. Some learning spells. Some healing wards. All watched by wary eyes.Aurora practiced mirror‑ward spells in silence. When Mason came near, she spoke softly. “They attack tonight,” she said. “Many students were lost after the siege. They regrouped. They waited.”Mason nodded, unspeaking. He felt the Severing Blade at his side, now folded, sheathed, powerless, but with memory pressing like a heartbeat.Oliver, the academy blacksmith and old friend, found them. “Dean sent me,” he said. “Professor Halbrim has gathered guards in the vaul
Chapter 46
The vault lights dimmed slowly. The soft glow that had filled the room began to fade. Mason stood still, hand resting on the cold floor where the Severing Blade had vanished. He listened. Silence. But not the peaceful kind. The silence now had breath. It pulsed, like a slow heartbeat. Faint. Strange. Like something watching him through the dark.Aurora sat nearby, her hand still gripping his sleeve. Her fingers were cold. "You okay?" she asked softly.He nodded. But he wasn’t sure. His chest felt heavy. His mind buzzed with echoes, not voices, not thoughts, just...watching. Like a thousand eyes blinking just behind his shadow.He looked at the others in the vault. Norra was quiet, leaning against a stone wall, breathing hard. Her eyes were alert. Elara checked over the wounded students. John stood near the doorway, staring at the rune circle.Mason moved to him. John didn’t look away. “That wasn’t just power,” he said. “It was something else.”Mason didn’t speak. John turned to him
Chapter 47
The cold hit first. Not the sharp kind. Not the kind that stings your skin. This cold was deep. Slow. Like it came from inside his bones.Mason opened his eyes. He was standing on glass. Below his feet, the world shimmered, the academy, the vault, the torches. All upside-down, far beneath him, like a memory drifting in water.He looked up. Above him was sky. But not a real sky. It was shifting, purple, silver, black. Swirls of smoke curled like breath across a frozen lake.There were no stars. Only eyes. Hundreds of them. Floating. Blinking. Watching.He stepped forward carefully. Each step echoed with a soft chime, like stepping on crystal. The path was narrow, winding into the dark.A single mirror stood ahead, floating in the air. Its frame was twisted gold. Its surface shimmered softly.He approached it. But it showed nothing. Not his reflection. Not the path behind. Only fog.He reached toward it, and the mirror hissed. Words scratched into the air: “The keeper walks. Let the rea
Chapter 48
The cold inside the mirror realm was deeper now. Mason’s breath came out in small clouds that hung in the air, drifting upward as if the rules of the world had been turned upside down. His boots scraped against the glass floor. Each step left a faint glow that faded too quickly, like the realm itself was swallowing his presence.The First Watcher walked beside him in silence, her mask glinting faintly in the silver light from above. Her bare feet made no sound. She seemed to know exactly where she was going, though Mason could see no path.“You haven’t told me everything,” Mason said, breaking the silence.She didn’t look at him. “If I told you everything, you would not believe me.”“I’m already walking on glass under a sky made of eyes,” Mason muttered. “Try me.”Finally, she stopped and turned toward him. The mask covered the upper half of her face, but he could see her mouth curve slightly in what might have been a sad smile.“Your reflection isn’t just an enemy,” she said. “It’s
Chapter 49
The vault door groaned like a living thing. Ancient runes cracked, shedding silver dust into the air. The sound was low, deep, and heavy, the kind of sound that made your bones feel colder.Aurora stood between the two Masons, her breath coming fast. Her mind screamed at her to choose, but every glance confused her more. They were the same height. Same clothes. Same voice. The only difference was in the eyes.One Mason’s eyes were human, tired, burning with urgency. The other gleamed faint silver, calm and steady, like they could see through her.Norra had her sword drawn. She looked at Aurora and whispered, “You choose. You know him better.”Aurora’s throat tightened. “I thought I did.”Behind them, the vault door kept opening. A thin crack of pure white light widened into a blinding beam, spilling across the floor and climbing the walls.John moved to the side, his wand raised, his eyes darting between the two men. “We don’t have time for this.”The silver-eyed Mason stepped forwar
Chapter 50
The vault light burned like a second sun. Its white glow poured into the hall, washing every shadow from the walls. The air was hot now, heavy with the sound of the creature’s screaming and the crack of its shifting limbs.Aurora was trapped in the silver-eyed Mason’s grip, his arm like iron around her throat. His eyes blazed brighter with each passing second, and the watchers’ chains pulled tighter around the creature.“Mason!” Aurora’s voice cut through the noise. “Don’t shut it!”Her real Mason stood beyond the vault, trapped in the mirror realm but visible through the shifting glass. His hand pressed hard against the barrier, every muscle in his arm shaking.His heart pounded so loud it drowned out the watchers’ whispers. Seal the vault, and she would vanish with Vazquez. Leave it open, and the creature could escape fully.The silver-eyed Mason tightened his hold on Aurora. “One choice, Keeper,” Vazquez said through him, his voice smooth as poison. “Your girl or your school.”No