Flickering bright white light swallowed the surroundings quickly condensing magic then folding it into itself to condense it further making a small scale supernova of raw power and energy. Heat was released around the room as cold sought to invade the entirety of the room. covering my eyes with my arm I stole a peek and saw a thin red line start to appear across the mass of energy, slowly spreading like a snake until it expanded across the globe of light. A loud shatter exploded sending a ring of white magic expanding out around the room with the ball of energy dimming until it slowly faded from existence.
[True Ice Ressurection failed-> Caster does not have control over current domain]
The ghost girl's body started turning grey beginning at her feet, and corrupting up until her head was covered in the grey coloration. Grains of ash fell like sand in an hour glass until all that was left was a pile of grey tinted sand on the floor.
"No..." I said aloud eyes widened in disbelief at my broken promise.
It had said 100% chance of success. As in impossible for it to not work, this woman deserved freedom. Regardless of what she had done to be locked in the same room for what must have been years of time just to be killed again was past punishment and entered the land of torture. Yet still I promised her freedom just to let her down. After years of slavery and misuse at the hands of others this was supposed to be my time. My moment in the infinity of time to correct the trajectory of morality even if slightly I would leave a better place behind for those who come next in this path.
What did that mean? How am I supposed to control a domain? What even is a domain in this context? What happened to the soul of the girl? Are there requirements I need to meet before I can cast resurrection magic? Where am I? And about ten thousand more questions filled my head as I stared deeply in the pile of ash. As if believing the universe would agree with me and change it's mind about the fairness of the ghost girls situation. Slapping my forehead I chastised myself for my immature ignorance, of course it didn't work I'm a slave playing at hero. Nothing has changed, when it matters I hide behind stolen power while waiting for something else to make the difference for me. Wether it be a class or a person waiting to be rescued has always been the way I conduct conflict. A failure. 'Bravery sleeps with cowardice, meaning only a coward has the capacity to be brave since they must face their fear.' Agatha had drilled that saying into my head but now I understand it with new meaning. You can only be brave if you know what you fear. An idiot cannot be brave since they can't logically decide what it is to be frightened of. Yet here I am nothing but a coward, a promise breaker, and weak.
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A sharp and painful burning sensation erupted from my waste, whipping the overcoat open I slapped hard before even seeing what was causing the discomfort. Flying across the room was the peculiar dagger I picked up from the body of the disfigured hydra. Slamming onto the wall the dagger escaped it's scabbard. Once a beautiful color shifting dagger had become bright red nearly white and burning vibrantly melting the leather scabbard. Similar energy from the ritual was seeping from the weapon with faces flicking in and out of the blade itself. Until finally the ghost girl appeared with horror and fear. Seeing me she quickly reached towards the blade until a new face took her place. As if adding salt to the wound of my betrayal, letting me witness once more the person I failed to save. Maybe that is my destiny to swim meagerly against the current of malicious intent and false justifications. Just to be swept over the waterfall at the end of the rapids. Or worst of all, there is no grand scheme to wage a war against in the first place, that the world needs no correcting because this is the correct way for the world to be. Fuck that.
Putting a hand on the ash I froze every grain then used my control of Ice to make a small jar container to keep it safe. If I break even a single promise then it leads to me breaking my most important one. Frustrated and now with a personal vendetta this dungeon expedition took on a whole new meaning. Before this I had wanted to purify the underbelly of Rixford as a favor to Braxton and as a way to help the innocent civilians just above. Now however, I want to leave a warning to any who dare to cross me with such underhanded cowardly tactics. With a clear message, if you want to fight. Face me head on.
Renewed resolve overshadowed by guilt at not being able to help the abandoned woman were quickly dissolved by the rage building within me. No longer will I accept my place is where I am told it is by others. No more childish dreams and naivete half plans to become nothing but a delusional dream of a fool. From this point forward I will bring change, I will bring death, I will bring life, and above all else I will bring hope to this cruel corrupted power struggle of life. Finally a purpose has presented itself past just wanted to do good. Giving hope to some will bring despair to others. Luckily I have time still to iron out the details.
Standing back up I slammed the door to the room behind me and crawled back into the tunnel that led to the forge.