Chapter 7
Thick black smoke rose from the taxi, consumed fiercely by flames, as if the city streets screamed in silent horror at the inferno that had suddenly erupted amidst the passing cars, drawing the crowd’s terrified attention. People gathered around the car, their eyes fixed on the tongues of flame dancing above the charred frame, hearts filled with shock and helplessness as they silently wondered what had happened.
Above the scene, the group floated in the sky, their faces frozen in cold contemplation. But Suero couldn’t bear to stay away; he quickly descended, pushing his way through the crowd with determined steps, shoving everyone aside as he moved toward the burning car with a stunned expression. As he got closer, his eyes fell on the charred body of his mother inside the car. For a moment, his gaze froze, then his eyebrows lifted in profound shock, and a heart-wrenching scream tore from his depths: “Mother…!?”
Before he could move closer, a man in the crowd stopped him, gripping his shoulder firmly as if trying to protect him from the madness that had overtaken him: “Son, where are you going? Can’t you see the flames consuming everything in their path?”
Suero turned to him with a look of desperate fear and painful pleading, trying to speak but stumbling over his words: “Let me go!… My mother… my mother is inside the car!” He struggled to break free from the man’s grip, but the crowd surrounded him and held him back firmly. Suero shouted as he tried to escape, struggling with all his might against their grip: “Get away from me! My mother… my mother is in the car!”
Another person in the crowd yelled angrily, trying to prevent him from acting recklessly: “Fool! It’s dangerous!”
Suero continued his desperate struggle to break free, tears streaming down as he cried out in despair: “Let me go… leave me alone!”
In the sky, the group watched the scene in intense silence. Moryo spoke coldly: “We need to take Suero.”
Baysal raised her eyebrows in shock, whispering, “Is his mother really inside the car?”
Veb asked, with a tone that combined puzzlement and calm: “What do we do now, Master?”
Sbyam remained silent, his eyes fixed on Suero, as if his mind were churning through hidden thoughts, before he finally spoke in a quiet, mysterious tone: “He’s the one who did this…!”
Moryo’s gaze shifted slightly, looking at Sbyam with silent curiosity, but Sbyam didn’t move, his eyes still locked on the car engulfed in flames. He then murmured in a barely audible tone: “This… this is the Unlimited Technique!”
Baysal took a step back in fear, whispering, “Spailo…?!”
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In a stone castle, Spailo walked with calm steps through the silence, his footsteps echoing softly through the stone corridors, hands in his pockets, his face as calm as the night. He entered a large room in the castle, where a group of sorcerers gathered around a massive wooden table: Campeis, Pico, Beth, Solio, and Darwin.
As he entered, all eyes turned to him, but Spailo ignored their stares, continuing his path confidently toward another door. Silence filled the place with an oppressive weight, until Solio laughed mockingly and said in a tone dripping with sarcasm: “Did you really do it, Spailo?”
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Spailo paused at the door for a moment, staring ahead without looking at them. Beth stepped forward and said in a mocking tone: “Why did you do it? Was it to prove something? Or is there another reason behind your actions?”
Then hysterical laughter burst from Solio, his words tinged with scorn and mockery: “This is perfect for me! I can feel Suero’s torn spirit, his pain floating and groaning in the air around me!”
Spailo slowly turned to face them, his expression stoic, yet a terrifying aura suddenly seeped from him like a silent storm, causing the others to stiffen, their faces showing tension and fear. Solio looked at him with curiosity before challenging him in a sharp voice filled with madness: “What’s wrong, little one? Are you angry? But I’m enjoying this! You won’t ruin this joy for me, and I’ll keep enjoying it until the end!”
Then he looked at Spailo with a crazed gaze, releasing terrifying, threatening words: “I’ll kill him! I swear to you, I’ll kill Suero!”
Spailo smiled coldly, saying, “And I’ll be the first to face you.”
Campeis stepped toward Spailo, asking him in a tone laced with quiet intrigue: “Spailo… why did you join the Rizsius organization? What’s your real goal in all of this?”
Spailo replied sarcastically, his eyes narrowing with hidden disdain: “Shut up, you fool! You don’t even know your own past to understand my intentions!”
Campeis looked at him in surprise, while Spailo just gave him a mocking look, shrouding himself in intentional mystery.
Meanwhile, Darwin broke the silence, asking curiously: “So, why was the plan in the Ronda area?”
Everyone turned their attention to Darwin, and Beth replied confidently: “You’re talking about the plan to contain Sbyam, right?”
Darwin nodded, and Beth continued confidently: “Because it’s the most densely populated area.”
Darwin looked at Beth questioningly: “Will we benefit from that?”
Beth smirked, saying in a sinister tone: “Absolutely.”
Solio glanced at Spailo with questioning eyes before raising his eyebrows and asking skeptically: “Are we really capable of containing him?”
All eyes shifted to Spailo, who wore a cold smile and replied with a tone full of confidence and mystery: “Absolutely. I have a trump card against him in Ronda.”
Darwin stared at Spailo in clear confusion, then said in a hesitant voice: “I don’t know much about the Raimo Clan’s techniques, but… are you all sure we can stop the strongest sorcerer of this generation?”
Spailo leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes meeting Darwin’s, before he gave an evil smile and whispered confidently: “We’ll be using your technique, so you better stay alive.”
Campeis took a step forward, asking anxiously: “And what about the Containment Sphere?”
Spailo replied firmly: “We need to take it from the Mana organization!”
Solio frowned in annoyance, expressing his displeasure: “I’m not going to the sorcerer’s organization. I hate all of them!”
Spailo chuckled quietly, flashing a sly smile, saying: “Then… let’s start planning the raid.”
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(Three Days Later)
Before sunset, Suero sat quietly beside his mother’s grave, looking at the gravestone with an empty gaze, heavy with silence and bitter memories flooding his mind. Behind him stood Sbyam, leaning against the entrance to the cemetery, looking at him with a slight smile, filled with old sarcasm and hidden understanding.
Suero remained silent, not speaking, only touching his mother’s tombstone gently as if bidding her farewell. Then he turned to face Sbyam, who smiled and said: “Are you ready to continue on your path?”
Suero’s gaze was cold as ice, and he answered in a steady tone: “Yes. If I don’t continue on this path, I won’t be able to protect humans from the monsters that threaten them, nor can I protect my friends… I’d be the reason for their deaths if I keep hesitating.”
He turned away, leaving Sbyam behind, his final look showing maturity and clear resolve. Sbyam followed his steps, hands in his pockets with a smirk, thinking to himself: “He’s matured.”
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(Seven Days Later)
At the sorcerer school, Moryo and his team stood with Suero, waiting helplessly. Baysal huffed in annoyance: “That fool is late!”
Veb replied calmly, looking around: “Is this his usual way? Or is he just trying to bother us?”
Suddenly, Sbyam appeared before them, wearing a new outfit, replacing his old blue attire with a white robe lined with blue at the edges, giving him an aura of elegance and power.
A look of amazement appeared on all their faces – Suero, Baysal, and Kamyo – as they collectively shouted in admiration: “Amazing…!”
Sbyam laughed, placing a hand behind his head in mock humility, while Moryo asked in a calm tone: “What’s the story with these new clothes?”
Sbyam approached Moryo, raising his finger confidently toward him, saying with an enthusiastic smile: “Today, we’ll be meeting another school, to find out who’s truly worthy of being called the strongest; is it those fools from Betma, or my fearless students?”
Moryo sighed in frustration, speaking in a weary tone: “So you just want to show off?”
A bored expression appeared on his face as he looked at his teammates, who were filled with enthusiasm. Suero, Baysal, and Kamyo exchanged excited looks, laughing with Sbyam like one big family, their faces lit with smiles, while Moryo stayed composed, watching them with calm features, hiding a slight annoyance at the situation’s silliness.
Sbyam led them toward the upcoming challenge, a fresh wave of excitement and strength filling everyone’s hearts, ready to face whatever awaited them.