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In the darkness, the prince felt endless loneliness and confusion, as if trapped in an inescapable maze. His thoughts were tormented by illusions and guilt, as if silver chains bound him in this dark place.
He vividly saw the cold gaze of the king, a look of countless reprimands and expectations. The king always expected him to be an outstanding prince, but he always felt his own weakness and powerlessness, unable to reach such heights. Every failure and mistake pierced his heart like a knife, leading to deep self-blame.
He recalled his past timidity and hesitation, unable to show the firm determination his father, the king, needed from him. He felt sorry for letting down his father and the people who relied on him. He had once dreamed of being a prince who could freely choose his own destiny, but now he felt trapped by those responsibilities and expectations.
These illusions seemed vivid, replaying the prince's past failures and shortcomings. He saw his own weakness in front of his father, and the situations where he was unable to cope, this sense of powerlessness plunged him into despair.
The illusion also showed him his desires, the desire for more freedom and choice. He had once dreamed of escaping the palace, escaping the pressures and expectations, but now he feels unable to fulfill that wish, unable to shake off the responsibilities that bind him.
In this darkness, the prince feels like an unshakeable prisoner, bound by his past, unable to move forward, unable to shake off this deep sense of guilt. He struggles to break free, but it seems to be in vain. The illusion and guilt bind him tightly, making him feel desperate and helpless. Every breath feels like it's strangling his soul. He longs for release but doesn't know how to escape this bottomless abyss.
Suddenly, Sailin appeared in the darkness, his voice deep and powerful as he said to the prince, "The power you lack, I can give to you."
As he spoke, the tattoos on Sailin's body began to surge, emanating strong energy. Alserel felt an irresistible attraction, but his instincts told him it was a dangerous trap. He shouted, begging Sailin not to come closer, but Sailin seemed not to hear his pleas.
The illusion around me is gradually tearing apart, a scene that is chilling. In the original darkness, a crack suddenly appears, like a sharp blade cutting through the night sky. A red light shines through the crack, as vivid as fresh blood, yet emitting an evil atmosphere.
As the crack expands, the dark scene is completely torn apart, as if the boundary between reality and illusion is also disintegrating. The presence of that evil force gradually materializes, its shape blurry but emitting an undeniable pressure. A deep laughter seems to come from the depths of hell, full of mockery and provocation.
Alserel felt himself trapped in endless darkness, his mind eroded by evil forces, guilt and despair churning within him. He tried to break free, but no matter how hard he struggled, he seemed unable to escape this bondage. A wave of sinister laughter echoed, filled with mockery and terror. The prince felt himself almost consumed by the darkness, screaming and struggling desperately.
However, in the moment Sailin was about to reach him, Alserel suddenly woke up. His body was drenched, heart racing, but he realized it was all just a nightmare. The dark shadows dispersed, the evil laughter vanished, and he found himself still in the woods, but Sailin had disappeared without a trace. Everything seemed like an illusion, yet it left a profound impression on his soul. Alserel felt bewildered, as if he had just experienced a bizarre and fantastical dream.
He quickly took out the pocket watch in his hand and found that it was almost twelve o'clock. He knew he was late. He hurriedly stood up and rushed back to the camp. When he returned to the camp, Elmas was standing by the fireplace, shaking his head at him. The pocket watch in his hand mercilessly confirmed his lateness. Elmas's eyes carried a hint of displeasure as he pointed to the pocket watch, indicating that Alserel had delayed too long.
Alserel hurriedly apologized and then rushed into his own tent. Elmas was extremely helpless with this prince, and could only continue to stand there, guarding the peace of the camp. In the entire forest, only the sound of the wind brushing the leaves and the burning sound by the campfire remained, and everything returned to calm.
Back at the tent, Alserel was still mentally tense, trying to make himself fall asleep quickly, but the recent hallucination was deeply rooted in his mind, preventing him from finding peace. Fear and unease enveloped him, and he couldn't understand who Sailin really was. How could he control such powerful forces, even to the point of bringing someone back from the dead? Did he truly learn these abilities from nature, or were there darker secrets hidden behind it all?
What troubled him even more was the low, sinister laughter in the recent hallucination. Whose voice was it? Why was it exerting such immense pressure and fear on Alserel? All these questions overwhelmed Alserel, plunging him into endless distress and anxiety.
Inside the tent, the light was dim, and the gaze of the person with Alserel became vacant. He tried to organize his thoughts, find the answers, but it seemed like an endless pit. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't unravel the mystery. He could only silently suffer in the darkness, waiting for the arrival of a new day.
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