2025-02-18 00:47:30"Not what I think? You think you can mess with everyone you come across!" Mason finally voiced out in a menacing tone, causing shivers to run down John's spine.
"Try and calm down boy, we can discuss and settle this peacefully, I'm not your enemy" John said swiftly.
Blood seeped out of his mouth as his jaw was now fractured after receiving a single punch from the other. He picked himself up from the floor and nervously called the security.
"Send security to my office right.." Mason snatched the phone away from him and smashed it on the floor. He pulled his arm backwards and sent out another punch that connected neatly to John 's face and caused his nose to shatter and he got sent crashing backwards.
"Please! What do you want?!" John pleaded as he watched Mason walk towards him in boiling rage. Just when Mason attempted to blow him again, the entrance door swung open and three bulky security guards came rushing in and swiftly made their way towards Mason .
They grabbed his arms and pinned him to the wall while he struggled to break free.
"Let me go, you fuckers!" Mason roared as he struggled to set his arms free so he could pounce on John, but the security's grip was tight and firm.
"Throw that lunatic out of my property!" John ordered with a rightful expression as he held his broken nose and rubbed his fractured jaw.
Mason was dragged out of the office and thrown outside the building. He tried making his way back in but the guards blocked his path and prevented him.
Mason struggled for several minutes before giving up. He exited the company's premises heartbroken and with tears in his eyes. Zoey, who had been watching the whole scene from the window, also had tears in her eyes as she watched her best friend surfer and there was absolutely nothing she could do.
Exiting the news company, Mason headed to a bar nearby and walked towards the bartender. He sat on a long stool and ordered a bottle of cocktail and a bottle of rum.
His drink was served and he wasted no time in guzzling them all, and within a few minutes he was done with the two bottles.
All Mason wanted right now was to drink and forget his sorrows. What he just witnessed was too much for him to handle, and just by thinking about it made his blood boil.
Just because he was poor, his wife chose to cheat on him with a rich man. Mason thought as he ordered the strongest bottle of alcohol in the bar.
He retrieved the bottle and began gulping down the whole content without pausing, and the people around couldn't help but stare at him.
"M..more..please.." Mason said to the bartender sluggishly. The bartender glared at him for a few seconds before bringing two more big bottles.
The day gradually became dark and it was
finally closing time in the office. Zoey exited the company with a worrisome expression on her face.
Her mind has been troubled all day and she couldn't help but think about Mason 's well being. She saw how hurt Mason was when he left the office and she hoped he hadn't done anything drastic out of anger.
"I saw his wife, Aurora , moments before Mason got kicked out. Just what happened that caused the fight?" Zoey pondered as she got into her car and began to drive through the dimly lit street while glancing around to see if she could spot Mason .
She drove for a few minutes, until she finally hit the brake when she heard noises from inside a bar. She parked her car and got off as she began to make her way inside the bar.
Entering the bar, Zoey saw the bartender holding Mason 's shirt who appeared to be drunk.
"Pay me up, you motherfucker!" The bartender voiced out in anger as he ruffled Mason 's shirt.
"What's going on here?" Zoey approached them as she could see the bartender attempting to hit Mason .
"And who might you be?" The bartender glared at Zoey who had just stopped him.
"I am his friend." Zoey introduced, shifting her gaze towards Mason who was drunk as hell and was barely awake.
"Well, you better tell your shithead friend of yours to pay the bill for the stuff he drank! He kept on ordering when he knew he had no money!" The bartender responded, anger evident in his voice.
"Please forgive him. He is having a rough day. How much is the bill?" Zoey inquired.
"Six hundred dollars, and he needs to pay up now" The bartender responded instantly with a hand still holding Mason 's shirt.
"Okay, no problem. Give me your account details and let me make the transfer." Zoey offered. The bartender glared at her for a few minutes with a look of suspicion before giving her his account details.
In a blink of an eye, Zoey made the transfer and the bartender's phone chimed In his pocket. He took it out and glanced at the credit alert.
After confirmation, he released Mason 's shirt and he also staggered and fell,but Zoey caught him.
"I don't want to see him here ever again!" The bartender retorted before walking back to his post.
Zoey placed Mason 's arm around her shoulder and began to take him back to her car. She pulled the passenger's seat open and placed Mason gently on the chair before shutting the door and made her way to the driver seat.
The engine was started and Zoey began to drive Mason back home. The car was silent as Zoey drove through the dimly lit street with her gaze fixated on the road.
Mason 's sluggish voice broke the silence from behind as he muttered.
"Why, why, why did she have to do this to me?" Mason muttered drunkenly as tears flowed out.
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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 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 40
It took them three days to reach the outskirts of Cireen. The journey south from Argent Academy passed through mountain ranges of bone-white stone and valleys so quiet the wind seemed afraid to speak. No birds flew overhead. No beasts crossed their path. Only dust, and the ever-present feeling that something, someone, was watching.Cireen had once been a shining trade city, famous for its underground vaults and crystal-lit streets. But nearly a century ago, an explosion of unstable magic had swallowed half the city whole. Now it was a hollow shell, haunted, abandoned, and officially cursed by every known mage council. The perfect place for a soul anchor.They set up camp outside the main gate at dusk. Aurora secured the perimeter with light wards while Holt drilled a line of salt into the dust. Elara unrolled her maps, marking tunnel entrances and collapse zones. Norra fidgeted with her satchel, muttering incantations under her breath.Mason stood alone near a broken statue of a r
Chapter 39
The fog rolled in thick and early, long before dawn crept into the shattered halls of Argent Academy.It came not from the mountains nor from the lake beyond the western cliffs. No, this fog was wrong. Too cold. Too still. It didn’t swirl or dance with the wind. It clung. And it watched.Mason Reed stood alone in the observatory tower, the highest point in the academy still intact. His eyes tracked the curling mist below, following the patterns of white as they pooled in courtyards and crawled across rooftops like silent invaders.Behind him, the Severing Blade rested on a stone table. Its hilt pulsed faintly, as though reacting to the creeping mist. He didn’t trust silence anymore.“Another omen?” asked Aurora as she stepped in. She wore a silver-trimmed cloak, her hair pulled into a tight braid. Her eyes were bloodshot.“No,” Mason said without turning. “This is a warning.”She didn’t ask what he meant. Instead, she walked over and stood beside him, watching the fog with narrowed e
Chapter 38
The skies above Argent Academy burned violet when Mason saw it. Fires dotted the towers.The protective runes that lined the outer walls sputtered like dying candles.And worse, figures in black, robed in swirling shadow, marched on the stone causeways. Their faces were hidden, their steps silent.The Cabal had come.Mason stood on the ridge just before the bridge, clutching the Severing Blade. Around him, Norra cursed under her breath.Elara whispered a ward of detection, and Aurora scanned the scene below, her face grim. “This isn’t a raid,” she said quietly. “This is war.”“The breach was only the beginning,” Mason said.They watched as a wave of magical energy rolled over the southern tower. The wards crumbled like sand under pressure. Dozens of students ran, screaming. Professors fought back, but the enemy came in numbers.And worse, mirror spirits shimmered between them, slipping through cracks in reality, laughing as they tore through stone and spell.“Orvel is still inside,”
Chapter 37
The wind howled over the cliffs as the gates of Argent Academy faded behind them.Mason didn’t look back. Ahead lay the Silver Range, jagged mountains with peaks like spears aimed at the sky. Nestled deep in its core was a scar in the earth, the place maps called Lazareth Hollow. But the maps didn’t show how it bled magic. Or how its air ate memory like rot.Their group was smaller this time. Just five.Mason, armored in the cursed suit. Aurora, ever vigilant, her satchel lined with glyph traps and barrier scrolls. Norra, flame-eyed and restless, already chewing a root to calm her nerves. Elara, silent and pale, carrying the soul-compass, which trembled violently every time it pointed east, and Holt, their wild card, grizzled, storm-touched, and eerily calm.“We’ll reach the Hollow’s edge by dusk,” Holt said, pointing to the path spiraling between two crags. “If the storm doesn’t eat us.”Norra snorted. “Storms I can handle. It’s what lives in the Hollow I’m not ready for.”Aurora l
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