The Lens Of The Unseen

Chapter 09: The forbidden spell

"Overwhelming!  Darkness everywhere, sadness and death. The souls within the House of Spirits, We still remember how powerful that spell is. And now, one of the Three Legendary Wizards is trying to convince us that he will never return."

Eris spoke from within his dark castle, surrounded by his brothers and sisters. His cold voice echoed through the throne hall as the flames burned with an unnatural light.

"I believe they will use his blood," Orcus said. "To cast that prohibited spell. After all we are all searching for him."

Eris remained silent for a moment before a faint smile crossed his face.

"That is their only chance," he replied

"even if they use him we know what to do and how to react!" Salacia interferd, " this conflict must end after all."

"we don't know what will happen, don't understimate them, if they return with their powers like before, we will be in grave danger." Eris wisely said.

"true that will be so difficult and scarcely to beat them." Orcus added.

"what we are sure about is soufiane still novice now and we must send our spies to see what will happe." Eris said.

"salacia and orcus! " eris shouted " you are the responsible for this mission form today, go and use whatever you can from our power and bring me that man immediately"

How strange life can be, years ago, I sat alone with nothing but a pen, blank pages, and my imagination. Word after word, I built this world from nothing. I gave life to kingdoms, forests, castles, and legends. I spent countless hours shaping every character, every spell, every destiny.

And now, those very characters stood before me, they breathed, spoke and  made their own choices, and some of them wanted my blood.

How could such a thing be possible? How could the creator become the hunted?

I stood in silence, unable to understand the cruel irony of my own fate. Every answer seemed to give birth to another question. Every step I took led me deeper into uncertainty.

What was I supposed to do?Who was I supposed to trust? What was the wisest decision?

The Serene Man had warned me that the Three Legendary Wizards were hiding the truth and that they intended to use me for their own purpose, but was he telling the truth? Or had he been lying from the very beginning? Perhaps Eris had become so powerful that even the Three Legendary Wizards could no longer defeat him alone. Perhaps that was why they needed me by their side. Or perhaps I was nothing more than a pawn in a war that had begun long before I entered this world.

The wind whispered through the trees as if the world itself refused to answer my questions. For the first time since arriving in the world of magic, I understood that the greatest battle was not against Eris or the darkness. It was deciding whom I could believe, In a world I had created, I no longer knew who was writing the story, and that thought terrified me more than death itself.

The training inside centinella's castle was merciless.

Every lesson pushed me beyond my limits. Every spell demanded more strength than I thought I possessed. By the end of each day, I could barely breathe. My body was covered with cuts and bruises, and even standing became a struggle.

Fortunately, Foziane was always there to heal my injuries. At last, I understood why he was known as the Legendary Doctor.

His healing magic was unlike anything I had ever imagined. He simply raised his hands, and dozens of tiny glowing needles emerged from the tips of his fingers. They shimmered with a deep purple light before gently piercing my wounds. Within moments, the pain faded, the bleeding stopped, and my injuries disappeared as though they had never existed.

"I think you've had your dose for today," centinella said with a faint smile.

"He's a very fast learner," the Old Wizard said proudly. "You won't have any difficulties, Soufiane."

As he finished speaking, his attention suddenly shifted.

He turned toward the large window overlooking the castle garden, his expression changed.

The warmth disappeared from his face, replaced by something I had never seen before, silence filled the room.

"What's wrong?" centinella asked.

The Old Wizard didn't answer immediately. He continued staring outside as though he had sensed something hidden beyond the garden.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

A few seconds passed before he finally looked back at us.

"Oh it's nothing. Don't worry," he said, forcing a calm smile. "It's time for you to get some rest, Soufiane." he said and his voice sounded normal, but his eyes told a different story.

As I left the room, I watched him quietly gesture for centinella and Foziane to follow him.

The three Legendary Wizards remained behind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.