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Blaze’s eyes shot open, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. His heart pounded so violently that he feared it might burst from his chest at any moment. His mind swirled in agitation as he struggled to comprehend the situation.

Gradually, his eyes adapted to the dimly lit room, revealing Alessia and Janice standing a few feet away. Yet, upon closer inspection, he sensed an unsettling alteration about them. Something was off, but he struggled to identify precisely what.

Janice’s gaze sparkled with an intensity Blaze had never witnessed. Her features contorted into a fierce scowl as if regarding him with disdain, as if he were an enemy.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Alessia, however, exuded an air of negativity and mistrust that prompted Blaze to retreat instinctively. It was as if she radiated hatred and anger directed squarely at him.

Desperation compelled Blaze to approach the two women. However, before he could advance, Alessia’s voice erupted-sharp and biting. “Don’t you dare come any closer,” she spat, her eyes narrowing.

A shiver coursed down Blaze’s spine in response to her words. He cast a nervous glance around the darkened room, his unease deepening with every passing moment.

Disregarding Alessia’s cautionary words, Blaze took another step forward. His hand extended tentatively, a gesture of friendship. But prior to making contact, a sudden gust of wind struck, propelling him off his feet and hurtling him through the air.

With a brutal impact, Blaze crashed onto the ground. The sound of his bones crunching against the unyielding surface reverberated in his ears. Struggling for breath, he gasped and wheezed, battling to fill his lungs. His gaze flicked upward to Alessia, who stood a few feet away, her stare locked onto him with a mysterious intensity.

And then he saw it-a hand extended in his direction, crackling with energy and might. Blaze’s heart sank as he understood that Alessia had harnessed her powers to propel him away, a realization that sent shivers down his spine. Struggling, he stood on his feet, waves of pain coursing through his body, rendering his stance unsteady.

“What the hell was that?” he cried out. “You could have killed me!”

Alessia surveyed him from her position, an air of cool detachment surrounding her. “I needed to do so,” she responded, her voice silky. “I couldn’t allow you to approach. Not yet, at least.” A wry smile tugged at her lips.

Blaze’s fists clenched his struggle to control his temper evident. “What are you even talking about?” he growled.

Alessia remained silent; her glare abruptly fixated on Blaze. With a flick of her wrist, an intense gust of wind propelled him backward again.

Never before had he thought that Alessia possessed supernatural abilities, let alone the potential for such potent and aggressive power. Yet, considering Arabella’s nature, the link between their abilities was reasonable.

Alessia tussled with disturbing thoughts. It was as if a shadowy force had engulfed her upon entering Ascotan, wresting control of her body. Within her, she believed there was a presence dictating her actions. Despite Blaze’s kindness, his assistance even, an overpowering urge to kill him saturated her senses.

Nevertheless, despite Blaze’s pleas, Alessia’s fury grew. It was as if the more he begged, the angrier she got.

Alessia struggled to rein in her consciousness, but her efforts proved futile. The terror stemming from her inability to control the dark force within her left her feeling utterly helpless and vulnerable.

Her body was no longer under her control, reducing her to a mere observer as the entity wreaked havoc using her powers. Blaze’s body slammed into walls and furniture, and her eyes gleamed with wicked amusement.

“Alessia! Snap out of it!” Blaze cried out as he was tossed around like a trash bag.

Blaze fought against the sheer force of Alessia’s attacks, but it was like struggling against a hurricane. He was thrown around like a rag doll, defenseless against her relentless strength. His pleas for help and mercy were drowned out by the deafening roar of Alessia’s madness, and she remained unresponsive to his agony.

Alessia’s movements were erratic, leaving Blaze unable to predict the source or form of the next attack. This left him both defenseless and devoid of hope. As pain coursed through him, Blaze attempted to muster the strength to fight back or launch a counterattack, yet his efforts were in vain.

One thing was clear: Alessia was controlled by an unseen, dark, and sinister force. Because despite knowing her for a short period, he believed Alessia would never do such a thing if she were to be in her right senses.

Her hands moved swiftly, unleashing a wild rush of wind that knocked Blaze to the floor with a rough thud.

Janice furrowed her brows in confusion as she observed Alessia’s deathly gaze fixed on Blaze, who lay on the floor. Letting out a deep sigh, she tried to push aside her anger toward Blaze for abandoning her and fleeing with Arabella. She had believed she had come to terms with it, especially since she now had Alessia, the person who genuinely loved her.

Despite her lingering resentment toward Blaze, Janice didn’t wish him to suffer any consequences for the wrongdoings caused by Arabella and Sandro. Moving toward Alessia, she gently placed a hand on her shoulder, and Alessia turned to face her.

“He’s not our target,” Janice reasoned, her hand reaching to meet hers as soon as her skin met Alessia’s, an almost icy sting of revulsion shot through her.

Janice’s heart raced as she gazed down at Alessia’s cold, nearly lifeless hand clutching hers. Her gaze lifted, locking onto the malicious glint in Alessia’s eyes. She recognized that something was gravely wrong with her Alessia, something beyond her control.

Alessia’s eyes blazed with intense anger, her voice echoing like a convergence of a thousand winds, “We never had a primary target. Therefore, I can kill Blaze if I choose. He must suffer for Arabella’s sins until she arrives.”

Janice struggled to grasp Alessia’s words. It felt like puzzle pieces were missing, and she eventually deduced that Alessia was attempting to punish Blaze on Sandro’s behalf, yet the exact reasons remained elusive.

Confusion and concern etched Janice’s face as she regarded Alessia. “Alessia, you’re chastising Blaze because of Sandro?” she inquired, seeking clarity amid the chaos.

Alessia’s eyes flared with a dangerous intensity as she turned to Janice. “It’s not just about Sandro,” she retorted. “Blaze betrayed us all. Abandoning us to fend for ourselves, he absconded with Arabella. My retribution isn’t merely tied to Sandro. It’s a reckoning, for Arabella’s sake. Only one among us shall endure. Arabella must die.”

Horror swept over Janice as she struggled to figure out Alessia’s words. “What are you implying?” she questioned in disbelief.

Blaze fought to unravel the unfolding scenario. The mention of Arabella’s name and the term “death” resonated in the same breath. At that moment, his memory rushed back to Orga’s foreboding proclamation. “You are destined to die,” Orga had warned him.

Blaze’s heart hammered within his chest as the seriousness of the situation dawned upon him. Could this mark his final day? The notion of his imminent demise was something he vehemently rejected. Despite the agony Alessia had inflicted, he strained to say his thoughts, his voice a rasp from the torment he endured.

Was this his journey’s ending?