There was absolutely no way for anyone to enter this area on such short notice. Not with the insane congregation of magic that was furiously swirling just outside of the ring of my now useless wooden beads.
Unless.
With how everything that had the guts to be alive back when the first disaster struck was now a fertilizer for the future vegetation of this area, only a single group of people could have any chance of approaching right now.
A group of people that was close enough to watch the events unfolds, but far enough to steer clear from the touch of death that appeared here. And there was only one kind of people that could find themselves in such a situation.
People that were awaiting the results of the actions of their subordinates, now checking on just what the heck happened in here.
Recalling the distant mories of who I saw in this place, there were clearly two groups. The first one stopped in their tracks right after accomplishing the goal. It was this group that hid all the possible giveaways of their faction. After all, I would have to be stupid not to recognise the national military uniforms of the second force that appeared and swept the entire place.
Rustling.
Hearing it for the second ti, I could now be sure. Soone really had the guts to approach this site. Even the magical storm that surrounded my direct proximity didn't seem to discourage that person. That alone earned them the right of a single glance from .
But that glance was all it took.
Recognising the familiar face, now twisted in an utter shock, I could feel sothing weirdly twisting from within. After all, there was no way, right?
I had my suspicions for what caused this entire tragic situation. I had a hunch that it was a series of events manipulated by many sides, each one knowing less than the one pulling the strings behind them. But seeing Martha's face right now was the nail, it was the proof that this unbelievable scenario actually occurred.
Knowing the reason behind it all wouldn't change the outco that I had no choice but to face right now. But still, it was what broke the emotional shield that I put around myself when becoming a witch. When our eyes t, when that childhood friend of mine that turned out to be the traitor behind the death of both of my parents realised that I understood what happened, there was no fucking way for to keep a strong hold over my emotions.
It didn't co with a bang. No explosion happened, no strange phenona - outside of the raging storm of mana all around - occurred. The one thing I could notice was that so kind of strange veil appeared before my eyes, dimming all the colours from my sight.
And then it just happened.
"FUCK YOU!"
An internal scream, so loud that it made think that it could break the windows in the entire city, despite no sound coming out of my mouth.
"I HATE YOU!"
Another cloud dulling my senses appeared, turning the world around to be even darker.
"YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!"
Now that I had no other choice but to accept my mother's death, I finally noticed how little I seed to care for my lost father. In reality, it wasn't that I was cold-hearted towards him. My mind was just capable of a finite amount of care and emotions. Only now, with my mother out of the picture, I could nicely wrap them in the thick, dark clouds of an abyss that continued to surround at a breakneck speed. Right now, my mother joined hands with my father on the list of deceased figures.
"IT HURTS!"
More and more feelings continued to grow on . Not even bothering to pretend I had any control over them, I could only watch how those clouds of negative emotion encountered one another only to rge and turn even greater within my soul. What started with a convergence of many feelings, was quickly turning into a tangled ss of sheer hate.
And it was only then when the big thing happened. Even though all of that happened in a ti shorter than it took for Martha to blink.
ROAR!
With my limits gone, this new, tangled ss of emotions influenced the magic around . Unable to picture a single intent that I could use it for, I could only watch how the energy started to twist, as if multiple intents continued to overwrite each other on it, constantly changing its direction.
But those were the details. What desired more attention, was a huge magical shockwave that travelled away from .
At first, it overloaded the wooden beads. Snapping out of existence one by one, this last barrier that held the two insane forces now eroded. And what happened later, was sothing that even I was amazed by.
The onslaught of the energy pulled by my tangled emotions clashed with the furious currents of the magic kept away from my position by the now disintegrated ring. Without any explosion, everything that happened to be within a ter of the ring's border simply disintegrated into dust. And then the energy bounced.
With the force of the storm sprung outwards, the entire neighbourhood was instantly covered with what could be only described as a maelstrom of magic, comparable only with the greatest hurricanes known to humanity.
On the other hand, the dark energy of my clogged feelings converged all back on , only reinforcing the second wave of destruction that my emotions casted. And now, there was no other force to contain it.
Sinking deeper and deeper into the madness of that dark ball of an abyss, I couldn't see anything any longer. My eyes turned blind, my ears turned deaf and my mouth turned mute. Surrounded with nothing but the onslaught of hate, pain, regret, depression, desperation and all the other feelings that I kept away from myself to keep my sanity, I couldn't find anything that could connect with the real world any longer.
The one thing that was left for , was total and relentless destruction. Only by decaying this entire world, humanity could atone for what it did.
Rise.
With my body following this dangerous thought, I should be worried or scared, but I felt nothing. All my ability to experience was stolen by that black blob of darkness from my heart. It was now the sole governor of my mind.
The second wave ca and went. With so kind of miracle, I could see Martha still breathing. Most likely one of the fancy tools that her rich parents bought for her on a whim. The parents that my own family pulled out from poverty and gave the tools to build their small fortune. The parents that had to order this attack on my ho, resulting in the death of their benefactors and my own parents.
"Traitors."
Oh, sothing new. It seed that this word sohow found a way out of my lips. But it didn't matter. Martha, the only being capable of thought in the proximity was long gone from the world of the conscious.
Feeling the surge of energy moving my hand around, I could feel the darkness suddenly starting to converge on my palm. As if sucking all the energy from my surroundings, this insane force once again appeared in my hold, perfectly ready to turn that traitorous bitch into a ss of separate atoms.
And then I felt a pull.
At first, it wasn't that strong. Sothing as if a mosquito missed its shot, breaking its sucking tube under my skin and now attempting to fly away, still lodged into my body.
Then the second tug. This ti, as if so kind of child attempted to pull my attention.
The next one was heavier, reaching the realms of a friendly nudge.
The one after that was already painful.
Wait, that bitch opened her eyes
For the briefest of monts, I could see how she was attempting to understand what was going on. For one second, her eyes latched on to , just like when she would look out for back when we were kids, trying to assess whether our play actually hurt .
And then, the next pull nearly knocked out of my feet.
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