The forest lay in ruins, a haunting reminder of the destruction that had taken place. Not a single tree stood in the once lush forest, only remnants of chaos magic mingling with black smoke filled the sky, obscuring the sun. The air was heavy with the scent of charred wood and sorrow, a tangible reminder of the loss that had occurred.

Amidst the wreckage, Oliver knelt on the ground, his chest heaving with each labored breath. The sheer amount of magic he had unleashed had taken its toll on his body, leaving him in excruciating pain with even the slightest movement. His muscles screamed in protest, resisting every attempt he made to rise to his feet.

By his side stood Natsu Yuma, a fellow magic user who had come to his rescue in the aftermath of the devastation. With a flicker of teleporting magic, Natsu had managed to whisk Oliver, Charlotte, and the priestess away from the blast radius, sparing them further harm.

"Thanks for the help," Oliver murmured gratefully to Natsu, who simply nodded in response, understanding the weight of the situation they found themselves in.

The priestess, her eyes filled with sorrow, rose to her feet and surveyed the desolation that surrounded them. The once vibrant forest now lay in ruins, a stark contrast to the beauty it had once held. The destruction of the spirit and the animals that called it home weighed heavily on her heart, prompting her to utter a prayer for the fallen.

As she began to walk towards Oliver, unaware of the danger lurking behind her, the fabric of reality itself began to twist and distort. A figure cloaked in darkness, their face obscured by a mask emblazoned with a Kanji symbol meaning "one," materialized behind her with deadly intent. In a swift and cruel motion, the figure plunged a sword into the priestess's back, sending shockwaves of agony through her body.

The others watched in horror as the priestess crumpled to the ground, her hands clutching her bleeding stomach as crimson spilled from her lips. The assailant, devoid of remorse, delivered a second blow before vanishing into thin air, leaving a wake of destruction in their wake.

Tears welled in Oliver's eyes as he dragged his anguished body towards the fallen priestess, each movement a torment that threatened to overwhelm him. With trembling hands, he reached out and grasped her bloodied hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her skin as she offered him a weary smile.

"You should smile more, you know," the priestess whispered faintly, her voice strained with pain as she struggled to speak.

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"Don't expend your energy," Oliver pleaded, his voice thick with tears as he tried to comfort her. "You will live," he repeated like a mantra, clinging to the hope that somehow, against all odds, she would survive.

As the priestess's hand moved to cup his face, her touch a balm to his shattered heart, she spoke of cryptic words that stirred confusion within Oliver's mind. "On the night of the crimson moon, the light reflects on a desert ground, a destiny of the prophesied one will be revealed," she murmured enigmatically, her gaze distant as if peering into the veil of fate.

"What does that mean?" Oliver implored, desperate for clarity in the face of such cryptic utterances.

The priestess's smile only widened, a bittersweet expression that held a lifetime of regrets and unspoken truths. "I wish I had met you when we were younger," she confessed softly, her words a poignant echo of what could have been.

As the heavens wept with the relentless downpour of rain, Oliver cradled the lifeless body of the priestess in his arms, her final words lingering in the air like a whispered promise of unfulfilled destinies and lost chances. A sense of profound loss and sorrow enveloped him, the weight of grief crushing his spirit as he mourned the passing of a soul taken too soon by the cruel hand of fate.

...

Deep within the mysterious Yugaria region in the enchanted Kingdom of Ashrone lies the quaint town of Coasthil. Nestled within the heart of this town is a secret, underground facility that holds dark secrets and incredible discoveries.

Wendel walks through the dimly lit corridors of the facility, we witness his mastery over magic as he commands the elevator to descend deeper underground. The flickering green lights illuminate the path, revealing a grim scene of experimentation and creation.

Venturing further into the facility, Wendel is met with chilling screams of agony as scientists dissect beings and breed magical monsters. The air is thick with a sense of foreboding and mystery as he navigates through the eerie halls.

At last, Wendel arrives at the heart of the facility and comes face to face with the enigmatic Dr. Frank Sawyer. The doctor's eyes gleam with fascination as he observes a savage battle between two creatures, one devouring the other to grow stronger.

"Isn't the creation of life fascinating?" Dr. Sawyer muses, his voice filled with wonder. "To create something never before seen."

As the monstrous creature rages within its chamber, Dr. Sawyer marvels at its power and beauty, lost in his own world of experimentation and discovery.

Wendel clears his throat to draw the doctor's attention, prompting a shift in focus as they move to a different room.

"What brings you to my humble abode, Wendel?" Dr. Sawyer inquires, curiosity gleaming in his eyes as they enter a new chamber.

Wendel's gaze falls upon a figure suspended in a tank of green liquid – Kane,The trainee took the knights exam with his brothers but failed. his form connected to tubes and wires, undergoing a transformation beyond comprehension.

Placing a hand gently on the glass, Wendel speaks softly, his eagerness evident. "When will it be ready, Doctor?"

Dr. Sawyer chuckles at Wendel's impatience, his mind consumed by the marvels of his creation. "Ah, your enthusiasm is admirable. The potential of Kane's abilities is truly astounding. The power to manipulate elements, to absorb and adapt, it is a breakthrough beyond measure."

Wendel, eager for progress, presses the doctor for more information, his determination unwavering. "Doctor, we need to see this through. How close are we to achieving our goal?"

The doctor, ever the enigmatic visionary, ponders the possibilities before them. "This experiment is unprecedented, Wendel. The path we tread is shrouded in uncertainty, but I can confidently say that we are operating at 50 percent capacity. The horizon is within reach."

A glint of satisfaction lights up Wendel's eyes as he realizes the pieces of their grand plan are falling into place.