Heart Control Spell
2477 Words
Lorn's fingertips began to glow with a dark crimson light once more, the intensity of which surged in tandem with his emotions.
Just as his fingers were about to pierce Mira's chest to extract the dragon's heart, a searing pain exploded within him, crashing over him like a tidal wave, ripping through his senses.
Lorn jerked his hand back in shock, a look of disbelief flashing across his face. He clutched his own chest as if an invisible blade had slashed through him.
A relentless agony spread from the depths of his limbs and bones, nearly toppling him over. It was an all-too-familiar sensation, reminiscent of that moment a thousand years ago when the human archmage, Feyn Dorin, had torn the heart from his chest.
What was this feeling? Pain? He hadn't experienced it for a thousand years. It was almost nostalgic. Lorn savored the sensation, a bitter smile twisting his lips.
Mira stared at Lorn in disbelief. What was he trying to pull? Was he faking illness to avoid paying her?
But she couldn’t let that happen. If she didn’t get her compensation, she’d be thrown out by her landlord, or worse, sold off to the mill to work off her debts.
She quickly supported Lorn and asked, “Hey! Are you alright? You don’t look like a pauper in those clothes. Besides, my iron sword wasn’t even worth much. No need to pretend to be sick just to get out of paying, right?”
Lorn clenched his fists in frustration, glaring at Mira with murderous intent. For a thousand years, he had searched for the heart that could restore his peak powers, and it was now right in front of him.
But that power was now locked away inside this foolish girl, a f*******n zone he could not touch.
It was the work of the Dorin family's magic seal, a name known to all in the world of magic.
A thousand years ago, before the ancient titans ruled Aernoa, the world was filled with lush forests for elves, towering mountains for dwarves to mine, and limitless energies for wizards to master ancient spells…
And, of course, vast wastelands roamed by ancient beasts, with mysterious islands where dragons hid away…
Back then, the Dorin family’s magical energy crystals were hidden within a secluded mountain sanctuary, shielded by a magical barrier. It was a sacred realm that outsiders could never breach, holding countless forgotten ancient secrets and f*******n tomes.
The Dorin family had passed down magical scrolls and artifacts through the generations, earning them great honor in numerous wars among the races. This legacy had allowed humanity to establish a foothold in Aernoa.
Each generation’s heir was required to undergo grueling trials. Only the strongest could master the family's secrets, the most sinister of which was the "Heart Control Spell."
This seal wasn't just any ordinary magic. The caster had to entwine their own life force with the dragon’s heart and its host, binding them in joy and sorrow. If anyone tried to break the seal, both would perish together.
Lorn stood before Mira, his eyes narrowing, a cold glint flashing in his blood-red pupils.
The crimson glow at his fingertips slowly dimmed. He looked at Mira in silence, the killing intent in his eyes gradually giving way to resignation.
At that moment, he finally realized that this fragile girl now held his life in her hands. If she died, so would he, turning into ashes in an instant.
In other words, if someone wanted to kill Lorn, they only needed to crush Mira like an ant.
“Damn that curse…” Lorn muttered under his breath, his tone filled with bitterness and fury.
His thoughts whirled like a raging storm. He couldn't comprehend any of this.
A thousand years ago, Archmage Feyn Dorin had ripped the dragon heart from his body. That heart was supposed to be the source of the dragon's immortal power.
With it, Feyn Dorin could have easily gained eternal life and limitless power.
But instead of claiming the dragon heart for himself, the archmage sealed it inside a seemingly ordinary girl a thousand years into the future.
Why? Was he still alive?
“Feyn Dorin, what are you scheming…” Lorn whispered.
During the endless years trapped in the Dragon Abyss, something must have happened in the outside world to bring about such an unexpected turn of events.
Lorn's cold gaze returned to Mira. For now, as long as she lived, he could continue to survive. But if she died, he would perish as well. This sudden, fragile weakness gave Lorn a splitting headache.
His expression darkened. For years, he had fantasized countless times about reclaiming his dragon heart from Feyn Dorin’s grasp and exacting his revenge. But now, he found himself entangled in a puzzle he couldn't unravel…
“If it’s too much trouble, then forget it. I’ll just go to the mill and work off the debt. I don’t need your compensation…”
Mira muttered, carefully watching Lorn’s every move. There was something odd about this man, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
As she tried to figure out that feeling, their eyes met again, and the suffocating pressure made her realize: she was playing with fire.
Money was important, but so was her life! She didn’t want to attract trouble over fifty silver coins.
“If you’re fine, I’ll just be on my way. You should leave too…” Mira hadn’t even finished speaking when a deep, eerie horn blasted from the depths of the forest, like the roar of an ancient beast, filled with an oppressive weight.
“The Elephant Bone Horn… Trolls! It’s trolls!” Mira’s face went ashen, her blood freezing in her veins.
Instinct yanked her back to reality. She grabbed Lorn’s arm, turning to flee.
But Lorn shook her off disdainfully, standing there unmoving.
There wasn’t a hint of fear on his face. Instead, a cold, detached smile curved his lips, as if this looming threat was nothing more than an amusing game.
“Run! What are you standing there for? They’ll tear us apart!” Mira tried to pull him again, but Lorn’s strength was immovable, like a mountain.
Lorn's fingertips began to glow with a dark crimson light once more, the intensity of which surged in tandem with his emotions.
Just as his fingers were about to pierce Mira's chest to extract the dragon's heart, a searing pain exploded within him, crashing over him like a tidal wave, ripping through his senses.
Lorn jerked his hand back in shock, a look of disbelief flashing across his face. He clutched his own chest as if an invisible blade had slashed through him.
A relentless agony spread from the depths of his limbs and bones, nearly toppling him over. It was an all-too-familiar sensation, reminiscent of that moment a thousand years ago when the human archmage, Feyn Dorin, had torn the heart from his chest.
What was this feeling? Pain? He hadn't experienced it for a thousand years. It was almost nostalgic. Lorn savored the sensation, a bitter smile twisting his lips.
Mira stared at Lorn in disbelief. What was he trying to pull? Was he faking illness to avoid paying her?
But she couldn’t let that happen. If she didn’t get her compensation, she’d be thrown out by her landlord, or worse, sold off to the mill to work off her debts.
She quickly supported Lorn and asked, “Hey! Are you alright? You don’t look like a pauper in those clothes. Besides, my iron sword wasn’t even worth much. No need to pretend to be sick just to get out of paying, right?”
Lorn clenched his fists in frustration, glaring at Mira with murderous intent. For a thousand years, he had searched for the heart that could restore his peak powers, and it was now right in front of him.
But that power was now locked away inside this foolish girl, a f*******n zone he could not touch.
It was the work of the Dorin family's magic seal, a name known to all in the world of magic.
A thousand years ago, before the ancient titans ruled Aernoa, the world was filled with lush forests for elves, towering mountains for dwarves to mine, and limitless energies for wizards to master ancient spells…
And, of course, vast wastelands roamed by ancient beasts, with mysterious islands where dragons hid away…
Back then, the Dorin family’s magical energy crystals were hidden within a secluded mountain sanctuary, shielded by a magical barrier. It was a sacred realm that outsiders could never breach, holding countless forgotten ancient secrets and f*******n tomes.
The Dorin family had passed down magical scrolls and artifacts through the generations, earning them great honor in numerous wars among the races. This legacy had allowed humanity to establish a foothold in Aernoa.
Each generation’s heir was required to undergo grueling trials. Only the strongest could master the family's secrets, the most sinister of which was the "Heart Control Spell."
This seal wasn't just any ordinary magic. The caster had to entwine their own life force with the dragon’s heart and its host, binding them in joy and sorrow. If anyone tried to break the seal, both would perish together.
Lorn stood before Mira, his eyes narrowing, a cold glint flashing in his blood-red pupils.
The crimson glow at his fingertips slowly dimmed. He looked at Mira in silence, the killing intent in his eyes gradually giving way to resignation.
At that moment, he finally realized that this fragile girl now held his life in her hands. If she died, so would he, turning into ashes in an instant.
In other words, if someone wanted to kill Lorn, they only needed to crush Mira like an ant.
“Damn that curse…” Lorn muttered under his breath, his tone filled with bitterness and fury.
His thoughts whirled like a raging storm. He couldn't comprehend any of this.
A thousand years ago, Archmage Feyn Dorin had ripped the dragon heart from his body. That heart was supposed to be the source of the dragon's immortal power.
With it, Feyn Dorin could have easily gained eternal life and limitless power.
But instead of claiming the dragon heart for himself, the archmage sealed it inside a seemingly ordinary girl a thousand years into the future.
Why? Was he still alive?
“Feyn Dorin, what are you scheming…” Lorn whispered.
During the endless years trapped in the Dragon Abyss, something must have happened in the outside world to bring about such an unexpected turn of events.
Lorn's cold gaze returned to Mira. For now, as long as she lived, he could continue to survive. But if she died, he would perish as well. This sudden, fragile weakness gave Lorn a splitting headache.
His expression darkened. For years, he had fantasized countless times about reclaiming his dragon heart from Feyn Dorin’s grasp and exacting his revenge. But now, he found himself entangled in a puzzle he couldn't unravel…
“If it’s too much trouble, then forget it. I’ll just go to the mill and work off the debt. I don’t need your compensation…”
Mira muttered, carefully watching Lorn’s every move. There was something odd about this man, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
As she tried to figure out that feeling, their eyes met again, and the suffocating pressure made her realize: she was playing with fire.
Money was important, but so was her life! She didn’t want to attract trouble over fifty silver coins.
“If you’re fine, I’ll just be on my way. You should leave too…” Mira hadn’t even finished speaking when a deep, eerie horn blasted from the depths of the forest, like the roar of an ancient beast, filled with an oppressive weight.
“The Elephant Bone Horn… Trolls! It’s trolls!” Mira’s face went ashen, her blood freezing in her veins.
Instinct yanked her back to reality. She grabbed Lorn’s arm, turning to flee.
But Lorn shook her off disdainfully, standing there unmoving.
There wasn’t a hint of fear on his face. Instead, a cold, detached smile curved his lips, as if this looming threat was nothing more than an amusing game.
“Run! What are you standing there for? They’ll tear us apart!” Mira tried to pull him again, but Lorn’s strength was immovable, like a mountain.
A rotting stench began to fill the air, the heavy footsteps growing closer by the second.
“Are you insane? That’s a troll’s horn! Don’t you know what trolls are?!”
Mira stared at Lorn, her voice a mix of panic and urgency.
“You fear trolls?” Lorn glanced at her, his crimson eyes showing no emotion.
“Of course I do! They’re trolls!” Mira nearly screamed in frustration.
“So what?” Lorn’s eyes narrowed, sizing her up like she was a curious little animal.
“So what? Have you no sense? A thousand years ago, the dragon leader conquered the troll chieftain Sharg, making the trolls loyal slaves to the dragons. They became the dragons' vanguard, crushing the alliance of humans and elves, turning them into tools for expanding the dragon’s dominion…”
Mira realized she was wasting her breath. This man’s calm demeanor, even in the face of death, was incomprehensible.
“Forget it… Why am I even telling you this? I must be crazy! If you’re not leaving, then I am!”
Gritting her teeth, Mira turned and sprinted into the depths of the forest.
Behind her, trees were crashing down as colossal figures emerged from the fog.
Mira couldn't resist glancing back. She could almost see the trolls’ blue-gray scales, razor-sharp tusks capable of ripping through armor and flesh alike.
“Run! Just run!” Mira screamed to herself, but a nagging thought wouldn’t leave her. That man… would he really be torn apart by those trolls?
She shook her head, trying to banish the thought.
“What do I care? He’s arrogant; he deserves whatever happens!” Mira told herself as she pushed on.
Yet, for some reason, that cold, indifferent figure remained etched in her mind.
“Damn it! I can’t just leave that bastard behind!” Mira cursed under her breath and turned back.
But just as she started running, her foot caught on something beneath a thick layer of leaves. She barely had time to register it before the ground gave way beneath her, plunging her into darkness.
The thick layer of fallen leaves concealed a trap beneath the ground. As Mira stepped forward, her foot slipped into the hidden void, and before she could react, her balance was completely lost.
A startled cry escaped her lips as the ground vanished beneath her feet. She plummeted downward, her body engulfed by the darkness in an instant.
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