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"So they really are here…"
Faustina's eyes were glued into the entirety of the space. Inside the maid's chambers was a large dimension that is enclosed with gloom. It was disproportionate to the area outside. A maid's chamber shouldn't be THIS vast. But then again, they were in a space that is modified to be an exam ground.
Faustina shouldn't be surprised, but she was. By the end of the darkness shed light. In that light were a beautiful woman and a corpse. The corpse was lying on the lap of the woman, who was humming a lullaby softly. The language wasn't Mystisch—it sounded ancient, and none in the room understood.
Except for Faustina.
"What is she singing?"
"It's the old language of the forgotten country… I think."
Faustina paused. Why is she able to understand it, then? Faustina listened to the humming. The words the woman was singing were being converted to the common tongue in her head. Faustina was frozen on the spot.
"Rest, my love, rest. I will take care of your heart and hide it in my treasure chest. Do not fret, my love… your heart is safe. Just believe in me, as I believe in fate."
Faustina looked around at the examinees who were standing vigilantly. Claire, Anakin, and Leviticus were preparing to attack. The commoners were with each other, in preparation to cast a barrier to all of them. Whilst Faustina and the nobles were readying to back up the three.
"Rest, warlock king, for time had stopped. Your frozen heart is already beside my snow-clad corpse. I am here, my love, to treasure your heart. My death is nothing but the beginning of our love."
Faustina listened to the singing of the woman, whom everyone assumed as the maid. Leviticus and the others were preparing to attack, but Faustina on the other hand was just listening to the angelic singing and the deep meanings behind the woman's song. Faustina still couldn't take her eyes off of her. How is she able to understand the language of a country that existed a thousand years ago? How can she understand something she, in her life, never once studied?
"Rest your soul, and do not wake. Warlock king, my love, only close your eyes. Your wrath does not belong in this accursed land. Fall into a deep slumber and pay no heed. I will treasure your heart for all eternity."
The woman lifted her gaze, and then met Faustina's eyes. She was the only light amid the darkness, like a luminous firefly in the middle of obscurity.
"Dawn will rise. My song will not reach him. I shall treasure his heart, but will I be able to contain it?"
Faustina blinked. The maid's words weren't part of a song—they were a question… a question directed to her? Faustina doesn't know for sure—but the maid was only looking at her.
"Prepare to attack," Claire murmured as she glanced sideways to the nobles.
"May dawn never come." Says the woman. "I will pray for your eternal rest."
**
Leviticus doesn't understand the song of the undead maid. She was the same person from the undead prince's magic, but the air they were giving was entirely different.
The simplest word he can describe her is… divine.
And divinity had embraced death.
She had a corpse lying in her lap. That corpse had already dried and darkened. It also smelled foul. Leviticus knew that the language of the forgotten country was destroyed and all its trace was also obliterated. Hearing it felt foreign. He didn't understand a thing about the song, but he had thought about how lovely it is. But he didn't have the time to spend on leisure.
They ought to attack.
Leviticus turned towards Faustina—that peculiar girl that caught his eyes. Her eyes were glued with the undead maid, who was singing so softly and lovingly to the corpse in her lap. Faustina's lips were parted in surprise as she listened to the song… as if she was hearing its real meanings.
Of course, this could not be true. The language was obliterated without a trace. There was no way she could learn it. None of them can.
But Leviticus was gaining the impression that tells otherwise. Faustina was looking at the maid with a readable expression. From surprise to understanding and then from sympathy to confusion. Leviticus couldn't tell. He glanced towards Claire who had gestured them to attack. The undead maid and the undead king were in a vulnerable situation. They were filled with openings. There was no golden opportunity other than this.
And they got to take advantage of it.
"Barrier!" The examinees were given individual barriers that are strengthened thrice as normal ones. Leviticus' eyes darted to Claire, and then to Anakin. They exchanged knowing glances and waited for a signal.
"Tellus murum!" It was Claire who was first to strike. The ground quaked as a wall emerged from the ground, trapping the maid and the corpse.
"Ignis vulnus!" Anakin then conjured a fire spell which had set the insides of the walls aflame.
Leviticus then thumped his staff to the ground, "spicis terram!" and then cast a spike that pierced inside the wall.
The first task is to trap them.
"Did we get them?" asked Stella.
"No," Leviticus narrowed his eyes as he sees the earth wall vibrating. "Not yet!"
Leviticus, Anakin, and Claire were fast enough to back away from the wall. It had exploded in an instant, sending large chunks of the hardened ground flying towards the examinees. They were fast enough to dodge, and the barriers around all had shielded them from the rocks falling. The
The dust from the crumbled wall concealed the undead maid and the corpse. Faustina stared at the figure of a person that was shrouded into the dust.
"Be prepared!" Anakin exclaimed as he held his staff tightly. "Here it comes."
Stepping out of the dust was the corpse, who was barely recognizable. The corpse wore no clothes—and it was charred to the bone. And…
It had a hole on its chest.
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"So they really are here…"
Faustina's eyes were glued into the entirety of the space. Inside the maid's chambers was a large dimension that is enclosed with gloom. It was disproportionate to the area outside. A maid's chamber shouldn't be THIS vast. But then again, they were in a space that is modified to be an exam ground.
Faustina shouldn't be surprised, but she was. By the end of the darkness shed light. In that light were a beautiful woman and a corpse. The corpse was lying on the lap of the woman, who was humming a lullaby softly. The language wasn't Mystisch—it sounded ancient, and none in the room understood.
Except for Faustina.
"What is she singing?"
"It's the old language of the forgotten country… I think."
Faustina paused. Why is she able to understand it, then? Faustina listened to the humming. The words the woman was singing were being converted to the common tongue in her head. Faustina was frozen on the spot.
"Rest, my love, rest. I will take care of your heart and hide it in my treasure chest. Do not fret, my love… your heart is safe. Just believe in me, as I believe in fate."
Faustina looked around at the examinees who were standing vigilantly. Claire, Anakin, and Leviticus were preparing to attack. The commoners were with each other, in preparation to cast a barrier to all of them. Whilst Faustina and the nobles were readying to back up the three.
"Rest, warlock king, for time had stopped. Your frozen heart is already beside my snow-clad corpse. I am here, my love, to treasure your heart. My death is nothing but the beginning of our love."
Faustina listened to the singing of the woman, whom everyone assumed as the maid. Leviticus and the others were preparing to attack, but Faustina on the other hand was just listening to the angelic singing and the deep meanings behind the woman's song. Faustina still couldn't take her eyes off of her. How is she able to understand the language of a country that existed a thousand years ago? How can she understand something she, in her life, never once studied?
"Rest your soul, and do not wake. Warlock king, my love, only close your eyes. Your wrath does not belong in this accursed land. Fall into a deep slumber and pay no heed. I will treasure your heart for all eternity."
The woman lifted her gaze, and then met Faustina's eyes. She was the only light amid the darkness, like a luminous firefly in the middle of obscurity.
"Dawn will rise. My song will not reach him. I shall treasure his heart, but will I be able to contain it?"
Faustina blinked. The maid's words weren't part of a song—they were a question… a question directed to her? Faustina doesn't know for sure—but the maid was only looking at her.
"Prepare to attack," Claire murmured as she glanced sideways to the nobles.
"May dawn never come." Says the woman. "I will pray for your eternal rest."
**
Leviticus doesn't understand the song of the undead maid. She was the same person from the undead prince's magic, but the air they were giving was entirely different.
The simplest word he can describe her is… divine.
And divinity had embraced death.
She had a corpse lying in her lap. That corpse had already dried and darkened. It also smelled foul. Leviticus knew that the language of the forgotten country was destroyed and all its trace was also obliterated. Hearing it felt foreign. He didn't understand a thing about the song, but he had thought about how lovely it is. But he didn't have the time to spend on leisure.
They ought to attack.
Leviticus turned towards Faustina—that peculiar girl that caught his eyes. Her eyes were glued with the undead maid, who was singing so softly and lovingly to the corpse in her lap. Faustina's lips were parted in surprise as she listened to the song… as if she was hearing its real meanings.
Of course, this could not be true. The language was obliterated without a trace. There was no way she could learn it. None of them can.
But Leviticus was gaining the impression that tells otherwise. Faustina was looking at the maid with a readable expression. From surprise to understanding and then from sympathy to confusion. Leviticus couldn't tell. He glanced towards Claire who had gestured them to attack. The undead maid and the undead king were in a vulnerable situation. They were filled with openings. There was no golden opportunity other than this.
And they got to take advantage of it.
"Barrier!" The examinees were given individual barriers that are strengthened thrice as normal ones. Leviticus' eyes darted to Claire, and then to Anakin. They exchanged knowing glances and waited for a signal.
"Tellus murum!" It was Claire who was first to strike. The ground quaked as a wall emerged from the ground, trapping the maid and the corpse.
"Ignis vulnus!" Anakin then conjured a fire spell which had set the insides of the walls aflame.
Leviticus then thumped his staff to the ground, "spicis terram!" and then cast a spike that pierced inside the wall.
The first task is to trap them.
"Did we get them?" asked Stella.
"No," Leviticus narrowed his eyes as he sees the earth wall vibrating. "Not yet!"
Leviticus, Anakin, and Claire were fast enough to back away from the wall. It had exploded in an instant, sending large chunks of the hardened ground flying towards the examinees. They were fast enough to dodge, and the barriers around all had shielded them from the rocks falling. The
The dust from the crumbled wall concealed the undead maid and the corpse. Faustina stared at the figure of a person that was shrouded into the dust.
"Be prepared!" Anakin exclaimed as he held his staff tightly. "Here it comes."
Stepping out of the dust was the corpse, who was barely recognizable. The corpse wore no clothes—and it was charred to the bone. And…
It had a hole on its chest.
"So they really are here" Faustina's eyes were glued into the entirety of the space. Inside the maid's chambers was a large dimension that is enclosed with gloom. It was disproportionate to the area outside. A maid's chamber shouldn't be THIS vast. But then again, they were in a space that is modified to be an exam ground. Faustina shouldn't be surprised, but she was. By the end of the darkness shed light. In that light were a beautiful woman and a corpse. The corpse was lying on the lap of the woman, who was humming a lullaby softly. The language wasn't Mystischit sounded ancient, and none in the room understood. Except for Faustina. "What is she singing?" "It's the old language of the forgotten country I think." Faustina paused. Why is she able to understand it, then? Faustina listened to the humming. The words the woman was singing were being converted to the common tongue in her head. Faustina was frozen on the spot. "Rest, my love, rest. I will take care of your heart and hide it in my treasure chest. Do not fret, my love your heart is safe. Just believe in me, as I believe in fate." Faustina looked around at the examinees who were standing vigilantly. Claire, Anakin, and Leviticus were preparing to attack. The commoners were with each other, in preparation to cast a barrier to all of them. Whilst Faustina and the nobles were readying to back up the three. "Rest, warlock king, for time had stopped. Your frozen heart is already beside my snow-clad corpse. I am here, my love, to treasure your heart. My death is nothing but the beginning of our love." Faustina listened to the singing of the woman, whom everyone assumed as the maid. Leviticus and the others were preparing to attack, but Faustina on the other hand was just listening to the angelic singing and the deep meanings behind the woman's song. Faustina still couldn't take her eyes off of her. How is she able to understand the language of a country that existed a thousand years ago? How can she understand something she, in her life, never once studied? "Rest your soul, and do not wake. Warlock king, my love, only close your eyes. Your wrath does not belong in this accursed land. Fall into a deep slumber and pay no heed. I will treasure your heart for all eternity." The woman lifted her gaze, and then met Faustina's eyes. She was the only light amid the darkness, like a luminous firefly in the middle of obscurity. "Dawn will rise. My song will not reach him. I shall treasure his heart, but will I be able to contain it?" Faustina blinked. The maid's words weren't part of a songthey were a question a question directed to her? Faustina doesn't know for surebut the maid was only looking at her. "Prepare to attack," Claire murmured as she glanced sideways to the nobles. "May dawn never come." Says the woman. "I will pray for your eternal rest." ** Leviticus doesn't understand the song of the undead maid. She was the same person from the undead prince's magic, but the air they were giving was entirely different. The simplest word he can describe her is divine. And divinity had embraced death. She had a corpse lying in her lap. That corpse had already dried and darkened. It also smelled foul. Leviticus knew that the language of the forgotten country was destroyed and all its trace was also obliterated. Hearing it felt foreign. He didn't understand a thing about the song, but he had thought about how lovely it is. But he didn't have the time to spend on leisure. They ought to attack. Leviticus turned towards Faustinathat peculiar girl that caught his eyes. Her eyes were glued with the undead maid, who was singing so softly and lovingly to the corpse in her lap. Faustina's lips were parted in surprise as she listened to the song as if she was hearing its real meanings. Of course, this could not be true. The language was obliterated without a trace. There was no way she could learn it. None of them can. But Leviticus was gaining the impression that tells otherwise. Faustina was looking at the maid with a readable expression. From surprise to understanding and then from sympathy to confusion. Leviticus couldn't tell. He glanced towards Claire who had gestured them to attack. The undead maid and the undead king were in a vulnerable situation. They were filled with openings. There was no golden opportunity other than this. And they got to take advantage of it. "Barrier!" The examinees were given individual barriers that are strengthened thrice as normal ones. Leviticus' eyes darted to Claire, and then to Anakin. They exchanged knowing glances and waited for a signal. "Tellus murum!" It was Claire who was first to strike. The ground quaked as a wall emerged from the ground, trapping the maid and the corpse. "Ignis vulnus!" Anakin then conjured a fire spell which had set the insides of the walls aflame. Leviticus then thumped his staff to the ground, "spicis terram!" and then cast a spike that pierced inside the wall. The first task is to trap them. "Did we get them?" asked Stella. "No," Leviticus narrowed his eyes as he sees the earth wall vibrating. "Not yet!" Leviticus, Anakin, and Claire were fast enough to back away from the wall. It had exploded in an instant, sending large chunks of the hardened ground flying towards the examinees. They were fast enough to dodge, and the barriers around all had shielded them from the rocks falling. The The dust from the crumbled wall concealed the undead maid and the corpse. Faustina stared at the figure of a person that was shrouded into the dust. "Be prepared!" Anakin exclaimed as he held his staff tightly. "Here it comes." Stepping out of the dust was the corpse, who was barely recognizable. The corpse wore no clothesand it was charred to the bone. And It had a hole on its chest.
