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Chapter 753: Entering the World in the Mirror
🕑 Added 2023-05-09 08:08:55 +0000 UTCSirius opened his eyes wide and looked at what was happening in disbelief.
A woman's figure gradually appeared in the red glowing mirror. It was Ariane, whom he and Evan had seen before.
She was still dressed in her aristocratic dress from hundreds of years ago, and her expression was grim and indifferent, but she was slightly changed from before.
Her skin was paler. It was unhealthy white. Her eyes were strangely red and a long tongue was hanging out of her mouth.
The most shocking thing was the horns on her head, which were black, not very long, but clearly showing the devil that she was!
"Diable!" Hélène gasped. She knew it was the most evil Dark magic in France, one that had been extinct for a long time.
She was tense, holding Sirius's arm tightly with her left hand, leaning as close as possible to him.
She forced herself to open her eyes wide, and look at the strange scene in front of her: An ugly skeleton and a ghostly devil woman in the mirror.
Sirius was also staring at them, clenching the wand in his hand, and he was secretly trying Apparition without any effect.
"Oh, it's you, the teacher from Beauxbatons. Where’s the young wizard who was with you?!" said Ariane casually. "It's really disappointing. I thought you could crack that woman’s magic."
"You are the real devil behind this..."
"Please mind your words, living, that devil is mine, I am the master here!" The skeleton interrupted Sirius and shouted in a shrill voice. "Although my happy memories are not over yet, since Ariane is out, your lives shall end here. Kill them, sweetheart, I want to taste that witch’s blood, I can't wait!"
"As you wish." In the mirror, Ariane stretched out a finger with a bright, long red nail. She pointed hard at Sirius and Hélène, and the chains at the top of the room rattled.
They began to fly fast in the air, and as if they were vipers, they attacked them with terrible momentum.
Sirius waved his wand and cast a spell, blowing a chain away, and he and Hélène stood up from the pile of bones.
His injury had healed well enough, and although he was still in a bit of pain, it did not affect his fighting ability.
He and Hélène kept hitting the chains flying to their side. Hélène was doing well, showing skills fitting of a qualified Auror. Sirius also used Transfiguration, which was usually Evan's thing. He was trying to morph the chains into something less lethal, but that didn't have much effect.
The chains kept coming, and there seemed to be no end to them.
A strange force field surrounded them, and the speed at which their magical energy accumulated was getting slower and slower...
Sirius didn't know how long they could hold on. The two devils on the opposite side didn't seem to plan to kill them quickly. Ariane was floating in the mirror, laughing continuously, and the skeleton outside was chattering, saying all sorts of mad gibberish.
They were just toying with their food; having fun!
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Inside the secret room, knowing that Sirius and Hélène were in danger, Evan quickly turned around to leave, but Shukrya stopped him.
"Your companions entered the room, and they have become the prey of the devil," said Shukrya calmly. "But don't worry, they will be fine for a while, we have enough time. That devil likes to torture her prey before killing it. If you truly want to rescue them: you must help me! Only I know how to destroy that demon, and only with me could you succeed."
“How?" Evan asked quickly. "Should I go and destroy the mirror you’re talking about, the devil’s entity?!"
"No, you won't succeed. The mirror is very robust, and no magic can destroy it."
At Shukrya’s words, Evan instantly thought of the Horcrux. The same was true of Horcruxes. Although their texture might be very common, they were protected by powerful magic and could only be destroyed through special methods.
Evan didn't know these devils and wasn't sure if the mirror was the same as Horcruxes.
The only thing he knew was that summoning or defeating a devil must involve an altar that would be the key to everything.
"The devil’s altar?!"
"Yes, only by destroying that devil’s altar can you completely defeat it!" said Shukrya, nodding. "It took me hundreds of years to realize that the devil’s altar was inside the mirror. We need to enter it if we want to have a chance."
“What should I do to enter the world in the mirror?" Evan frowned.
"Only with the consent of the devil can you get into its mirror, and there was nothing I could do about that," said Shukrya, looking into Evan’s eyes. "But now we have a chance, and that's one of the reasons why I wanted you to help me.
It’s what that devil wanted; use the blood the demon gave you to destroy this totem and the magic I left here, and the souls that inhabit the castle will lose their natural protection and return to their original appearance. She will surely swallow them. It’s right then, right as that mirror devours those souls, we’ll follow along with them to find the devil’s altar and destroy it."
"Wait, I’ll become a soul with you?"
"Don’t worry; as long as you wear this tribal holy pendant around your neck, the souls of my ancestors will protect you." Shukrya pointed at the owl pendant attached to the totem. "It will help you become an owl of a special energy form,similar to the state of a soul to some extent, and that would allow you to enter the mirror with us."
Taking on some kind of special energy form similar to a soul? Evan had never heard of such a thing. Shaman magic was truly different!
In Wizards’ magic, only through blood sacrifices could Dark wizards turn into energy forms, and that process was completely irreversible. For a simple pendant to allow him to do such a thing, it was truly remarkable.
"What do you choose, wizard?" said Shukrya calmly, "Fight, or flee? If we fail, we would both be devoured by that devil and add to its power, but this nightmare will end anyway."
“Fight!" said Evan, determined. He considered the matter carefully, and there was nothing wrong with the approach Shukrya proposed. It was the only way.
The only thing that he needed to be worried about now was how powerful this devil was and whether or not he could kill it.
There was no point in staying here and worrying about his ability to win. He could only know by trying, and Evan was never afraid of fighting.
Under Shukrya's gaze, he stepped forward and took off the owl pendant from above the totem. The gentle magic flowed slowly from the pendant into his body. The natural forces surrounded him, and his body changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, Evan became a ghostly owl!
