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In the deep forest at night, the silent atmosphere was gently broken by the distant chirping of birds. In this darkness, Avira and her companions walked along a winding path, surrounded by ancient and towering trees whose branches swayed softly in the breeze, making a rustling sound.
Avira led the way, her deep blue and white medieval-style gown shimmering in the moonlight, like the brightest star in the night sky. She stopped and turned to her companions behind her, saying, "According to the magical fluctuations sensed by Iliad, Severin should be deep in this forest. We need to proceed with caution, as this place may be full of traps he has set."
Caspar followed closely behind, his beauty shining even in the dim light. He responded with dissatisfaction, "This Severin is asking for trouble, daring to set obstacles in our path. I will make him regret how much he has angered me."
Aidan swung his axe passionately and said, "That's right, we need to show that evil warlock the extent of our power. But, Avira, how do we recognize the traps you mentioned just now?"
Iliad answered Aidan's question with a calm and reserved attitude, "The fluctuation of magic power would be a good indicator. Severin's traps are sure to have subtle magical fluctuations. I will do my best to sense them, but everyone should also remain vigilant."
Loren yawned, his golden hair shimmering faintly in the moonlight, "Sounds like an interesting game. But it would be even better if we could find the warlock without much effort."
They continued to advance in the forest, with the air filled with the damp smell of earth and the fragrance of decaying leaves. Moonlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows on the moist ground.
Suddenly, Iliad stopped in his tracks and gestured for everyone to be quiet. He closed his eyes and focused on sensing the faint magical fluctuations around him. "Something's not right. There's a strong magical energy fluctuation here, and...," his brow furrowed, "it seems like we've entered the range of some kind of trap."
Avira responded quickly with a hint of tension in her voice: "Iliad, can you determine what type of trap it is? We need to find a solution quickly."
Just as Iliad was trying to identify the nature of the trap, suddenly, a faint blue light rose from the ground beneath their feet, forming a complex magic circle. This magic circle rapidly expanded, enclosing them all within, emitting a faint glow.
Caspar clenched his fist and roared in frustration, "That damn warlock! It seems we have no choice but to force our way through."
Avira gazed at the glowing magic circle, various strategies quickly flashing through her mind. "No, violence is not always the solution. This magic circle looks complex, maybe we can find its core and use wisdom to unravel it."
Aidan raised the axe, looking a bit restless: "So what are we waiting for? Let's find that core and smash it!"
Iliad shook his head gently: "No, Aidan. If we act blindly, we might trigger even more dangerous mechanisms. We need to carefully observe the structure of this magic circle and find a way to break it."
Loren stretched lazily and casually said, "Perhaps we can find a way to induce the energy of this formation and let it unravel on its own. After all, even a curse has a way to be broken."
While they were discussing, Avira carefully observed the surrounding environment, her eyes flashing with wisdom. She suddenly pointed to a certain part of the magic array and said, "Look there, that rune is different from the others. Maybe we can start from this angle to find clues to break it."
Iliad pondered for a moment, then replied, "I need some time to analyze the structure of this trap. It may not be quick, we can't act recklessly."
Caspar seemed impatient, "Time is life, Iliad. We can't waste too much time here." His eyes shimmered with determination to protect Avira.
Aidan raised the axe, looking eager to try: "Maybe we can just force it open? Wouldn't that be faster?"
Loren shook his head with a smile: "Strength isn't always the best way to solve a problem, Aidan. Sometimes, wisdom is more important than strength."
Iliad finally condensed a soft light and carefully sent it into the bushes. After a few seconds, the bushes emitted a faint flash of light, and then an almost invisible magic trap slowly revealed itself.
"That's it, I have temporarily disabled it. We can pass safely now," Iliad explained to his companions, his voice tinged with subtle pride.
The team continued to move forward, with Avira leading the way. Her gaze scanned the darkness around her, ready to respond to any potential dangers. With each step, she could feel Caspar's vigilant eyes closely following, while Aidan and Loren maintained a relaxed attitude on either side.
After a period of travel, they finally arrived at an open area. Moonlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the ground and revealing an ancient and mysterious ruin. It was a seemingly abandoned castle, with its crumbling walls faintly hinting at its former glory.
Avira stood in front of the ruins, her brows furrowed slightly as she sensed the strong and ancient magical atmosphere here. "Is this... the place where Severin is hiding?" she asked in a low voice, her gaze filled with curiosity and caution.
Iliad walked quietly to her side, gazing deeply at the ruins. "Yes, I can feel his magic is extremely powerful here. We must be careful in dealing with it."
Caspar clenched his fist and said firmly, "No matter what awaits us, there's no need to fear. I won't let anyone harm Avira."
Aidan and Loren also expressed their support, while Iliad remained silent but gave his tacit approval. The four of them exchanged a glance, as if reaching some kind of silent consensus. Then, they entered the mysterious ruins together, ready to uncover the truth behind this cursed world.
Passing through that ancient iron gate, the group entered the ruins of the castle. The air here was filled with a heavy atmosphere, and vines covered the walls while the ground was scattered with stones and traces of history.
Avira broke the silence, her voice echoing through the desolate ruins: "It seems we have found Severin's hiding place. However, it looks abandoned for a long time. We need to find more clues."
Caspar followed closely behind her, his eyes flashing in the darkness as if ready to face any hidden danger. He replied, "I don't care how old this castle is, as long as I can find that warlock, I'll shred any danger."
Aidan couldn't contain his curiosity, looking around and occasionally hopping to inspect a corner. "This place is so cool! Look, there's even a half-destroyed suit of armor over there! Severin, what's the deal with hiding in a place like this?"
Iliad was more cautious, his gaze falling on the remnants of a row of bookshelves, where some yellowed pages still remained. "This place not only serves as a hiding spot, but it may also conceal clues about Severin's past. We should search carefully."
Loren followed leisurely behind, seemingly in no rush to find answers, but instead taking an interest in the surrounding ruins. "What a charming place. Oh, look at those portraits over there. Though they are now blurry, they seem to offer a glimpse of the past glory."
They shuttle cautiously through the ruins, every step filled with caution. Suddenly, Avira stopped in her tracks and pointed to a half-open door ahead: "There... let's go take a look."
Behind the door was a room that seemed to have once been a laboratory, with various strange instruments and broken magic containers scattered on the table. On the wall hung a painting of a young man, with deep and melancholic light in his eyes, and the inscription next to it read "Severin".
Avira gazed at the portrait, her tone carrying a sense of inquiry: "Is this Severin? His gaze... seems to be conveying something."
Iliad stepped forward, carefully examining the details in the painting: "From this painting and the arrangement of this room, Severin appears to be not only a warlock, but more like a scholar. His story may be even more complex than we imagine."
Caspar doesn't care much about Severin's past, his focus has always been on Avira: "No matter what his story is, as long as he threatens Avira, I won't go easy on him."
In the other corner of the room, Aidan found an old journal and exclaimed excitedly, "Hey, look at this! This is Severin's journal. Maybe it can tell us why he wanted to curse this world."
Loren gently picked up the journal and flipped through a few pages, his voice calm and rhythmic: "Here it mentions a love story, as well as unresolved grievances... Severin seems to harbor deep sadness and anger."
Avira moved closer, trying to find out more. A glint flashed in her eyes: "This is where it all began. We need to delve deeper into this story, perhaps we can find the key to breaking the curse."
In this way, they sat around in that ancient study, gradually piecing together the truth behind the Dark Fairytale world through the journals and books left behind by Severin. With each page turned, they drew closer to the cursed heart and gained a better understanding of why Severin had embarked on this irreversible path.
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