Unleashed Vengeance

Emmic rushed through the bustling streets of the city, his heart pounding as he neared the Magic Healers Hospital. He had worked relentlessly for three weeks, hunting dangerous monsters and criminals to gather the shards he needed. Velira had been by his side the entire time, her magic and support invaluable. Now, with his pouch full of the 500,000,000 shards, he was ready to free the girl from the clutches of the healers.

But when Emmic burst into the hospital, something felt wrong. The atmosphere was tense, and the usual busy chatter of patients and healers was replaced with an unsettling silence. His chest tightened as he ran to the reception desk, where a healer lazily looked up at him.

"I'm here to pay for the girl's treatment," Emmic said, trying to keep his voice calm but feeling a sinking dread in his gut. "Where is she?"

The healer smirked, not even bothering to look up from his paperwork. "Oh, that girl? She’s gone. Sold to the slave traders yesterday."

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Emmic froze. His blood turned to ice. "What?" he whispered, the words barely audible. "I brought the shards. I have the money."

The healer shrugged, his indifference like a dagger to Emmic’s heart. "Too late, kid. Some students from Ettug High came by yesterday. Paid a hefty price for her. They didn’t want to wait for you, said it was a ‘favor.’ Nice kids, huh?"

Emmic’s world shattered in that instant. His hands trembled, his breath shallow. The image of the broken girl, her empty eyes and frail body, flashed in his mind. He had fought so hard to save her, and now… now she was gone. Sold like an object. And his schoolmates—those who bullied him, those who mocked him for being weak—were the ones responsible.

Something inside Emmic snapped.

The air around him grew cold, heavy with a suffocating pressure. His mana surged uncontrollably, and the hospital shook as cracks spread across the marble floor beneath him. The healer’s smirk faltered as he finally looked up, his face paling in terror at the sight of Emmic’s glowing eyes—an inhuman, burning intensity.

"Where?" Emmic’s voice was low, deadly. "Where did they take her?"

The healer stammered, backing away as Emmic’s aura darkened. "I-I don’t know! I swear! T-they said something about the slave market at the docks, but I don't—"

Before the healer could finish, Emmic was gone, his figure vanishing in a blur of black and deathly energy. Velira, who had been waiting outside, felt the shift in his aura and quickly followed, sensing the wrath that was about to be unleashed.