Daniel turned with an impassive expression, shifting his attention to the corpses of Bruce and Matheus, who lay nearby. He walked slowly toward them, as if admiring the result of a grotesque work of art.
Bruce’s corpse was a macabre sight. His skin was pale and dry, stretched like old leather over his bones. His face, which had been vibrant and healthy monts before, was now a wrinkled and deford mask, resembling that of a mummy that had been buried for centuries. The reason was clear: Mary’s uncontrollable thirst for blood had completely drained Bruce’s life force, leaving him in a deplorable state.
On the other hand, Matheus’s body had t an even more brutal fate. Although he hadn’t been drained of blood, he was torn in half, ripped apart in a bloody and cruel manner that severed both his shoulders from his torso.
Daniel raised an eyebrow, observing the bodies with a mix of curiosity and disdain.
"The original Apprentice Leader is dead..." he murmured, thoughtful. His eyes, bright and piercing, shifted to Henry, who was lying on the floor, pretending to be unconscious. A cruel smile spread across Daniel’s lips.
"I’ll replace him! Rember to properly manage all my apprentices."
Without warning, he pointed a thin finger at Henry, who could barely contain the trembling of his body as he felt the mage’s gaze upon him. Daniel knew Henry wasn’t truly unconscious, but decided to ignore the fact, satisfied with the act the young man was putting on.
After giving his orders, Daniel extended his hand toward the space around him. The light bubbles illuminating the corridor walls began to glow intensely before disintegrating into sparks that vanished into the air. When the light returned to normal, both the mage Daniel and Mary had completely disappeared, leaving behind a sepulchral silence.
Henry remained still for a few seconds, trying to control his ragged breathing. His body still trembled violently, and the sll of urine mixed with the stench of blood in the air. He could hardly believe he had survived that terrifying encounter. However, his eyes showed sothing beyond fear: a gleam of excitent.
Finally, he managed to get up, though his steps were unsteady. Henry looked at Bruce and Matheus’s corpses, and an idea took hold of his mind. In desperate haste, he threw himself onto Bruce’s body, starting to search through his pockets.
"Where is it? Where is it?!" he murmured to himself, his hands trembling as they rummaged through the corpse’s belongings.
Henry knew what he was looking for: the magic rune that symbolized the title of Apprentice Leader among Daniel’s acolytes. Now that Bruce was dead, the title belonged to him. It was the opportunity Henry had been waiting for, even in the midst of absolute horror.
When he finally found the small object, a satisfied smile ford on his face. The rune glowed faintly, pulsing with energy that seed to recognize its new owner.
"This is it... I’m the Apprentice Leader now." Henry whispered, more to himself than anyone else.
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A few days later.
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I was sitting in the chair in my room, my elbows resting on my knees, my fingers intertwined as I looked out of the window. The gentle wind stirred the trees, creating a peaceful rhythm, but my mind didn’t follow the calm of nature. It was agitated, stuck in the mory of the last few days, especially what had happened to Mary.
Mary... Her image was still vivid in my head, and I couldn’t help thinking that Daniel had probably already taken action against her. After all, she had killed three people and, in a place like this, there was no escaping the consequences.
Mary was no longer the sa sweet, naive doll. She had turned into sothing completely different, sothing wilder, more dangerous.
And I... I thought it was funny. Of course, at first I thought it was strange and rejected the idea, but now I found it almost amusing. There was sothing fascinating about the way she beca soone else when she let her anger and instincts take over. The idea of having her in my arms, an uncontrolled, almost animalistic version of her, stirred my mind. I could imagine the taste of her pussy squeezing my dick.
But then I shook my head. Today was the day I was going to buy a laboratory. Sothing more important than dwelling on thoughts like that. But first, I still had to go through my teacher Miguel’s routine.
I got up from my chair, left the room and, before heading to Miguel’s lab, went to the cafeteria to eat. After a quick bite to eat, I headed for the lab. As I entered, I was interrupted by Charlotte’s voice, which was visibly upset.
"He raped !" She shouted, pointing directly at .
I frowned, surprised by the accusation. I raised my hands, trying to keep calm. "What? How could I do sothing like that?"
Miguel was at his desk, clearly bored, almost disinterested in the situation. He sighed, probably already used to so many bizarre situations happening inside the tower. To him, it seed trivial. "Quiet!" He ordered, his voice deep and implacable.
"Do you know how many years I’ve been alive?" He looked at Charlotte and , waiting for an answer. But we both remained silent, unable to answer, perhaps because of the weight of the question, perhaps because we knew it wouldn’t be worth it. When Miguel got angry, he wasn’t soone who liked to be questioned.
He continued unhurriedly: "I’m a dwarf wizard, an engineer par excellence. I’ve been alive for over 100 years. I’ve had so many acolytes to teach that these worldly relationships have lost their aning for . So I don’t want to hear you talking about it." His voice sounded almost indifferent, as if human drama was sothing distant to him, sothing he’d gotten over a long ti ago.
Charlotte, still visibly shaken, seed to try to hold herself together, but couldn’t. She was in tears, pain and anger mixed in her eyes. "Master!" She exclaid, looking at Miguel with a pleading look. "Tyler raped and filled with his filthy sperm to the point that, when I regained consciousness, I had to take a cleansing potion to get his filthy genes out of my womb."
Her words hit , but at the sa ti, sothing in wasn’t shaken. I simply watched the scene, without responding, with a smile that I knew would be the last thing she wanted to see. Miguel looked at her with an intensity that silenced the room even more. His aura changed instantly, becoming nacing. Charlotte realized the gravity of the situation and, without another word, fell silent. The feeling in the air was palpable - any further word from her could an a price to be paid.
"Now that you’ve understood..." Miguel said in a more authoritative voice. "Go dig and stop wasting my ti." There was no room for anything else. The order was given. With no other choice, we picked up the tools in the corner of the room and left the laboratory in total silence, heading for the tower mine.
During the ti we spent digging, everything was muffled by the tension in the air. Charlotte, still furious, didn’t say a word to and I, in turn, ignored her completely. There was no point in trying to calm her down or explain anything - let her deal with her own feelings.
When we finally got back to Miguel’s lab, the tension continued. Charlotte didn’t look at , and frankly I understood and didn’t care, I know that losing one’s virginity was a sentintal thing for won.
I then headed for the laboratory area. The laboratory area for acolytes was located in the most remote part of the tower, a place that seed intentionally removed from anything hectic or public. White marble stone walls surrounded the space, stacked neatly in a way that gave it a feeling of robustness, as if anything that tried to invade this place would be ruthlessly repelled.
I looked at the runes carved into the walls, so of a protective nature, others of restriction, but two caught my attention as I was able to identify them. One was a symbol for the isolation of contamination by spiritual energy—essential to prevent the magic of an experint from affecting others nearby—and the other was for structural reinforcent, ensuring that the walls would withstand even the most intense tests.
As I observed the surroundings, making my way toward the counter, I heard the voice of a tall, bald man who, with a jovial smile, addressed :
"Hello, looking for a laboratory?" He seed quite friendly, as if he were used to dealing with acolytes in search of space for their research.
"Yes, I would like to purchase," I replied, maintaining a firm and straightforward tone.
"We have two large areas designated for Acolytes and Mages. The area for Acolytes is the one you can access, and within it, the space is divided into individual and shared rooms. The shared room ans you will build and carry out your experints next to another person. This could cause so interruptions due to interaction with others, but it’s cheaper. Now, if you prefer an individual room, the fees are considerably higher."
The idea of a shared laboratory didn’t appeal to much. "What are the costs for an individual laboratory?" I asked, observing the bald man who now seed more excited. His eyes sparkled, as though he had finally identified a potential client with good purchasing power.
He grabbed a book that was on the counter and opened it, showing the different laboratory options available. The book was large and thick, with pages that seed old but well cared for. The price and options were detailed inside, each laboratory described with its specific attributes.
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