Chapter 80 Burn The Whole World I

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"..." The owl blinked. "...You again." Explore more adventures at My Virtual Library Empire Malik didn't know whether to laugh, scream, or just ignore it. So instead, he just stared back, waiting for whatever came next. The crimson owl descended, its massive wings folding gracefully as it landed a few feet from him. "What do you want from me?... Why are you here?" "..." The owl didn't respond, of course—it was just a bird. But it didn't feel like just a bird. Not this one. "Don't get any closer." Malik tried to stand, instinctively reaching for his dagger. Unfortunately... his body refused to cooperate. Again. Every muscle felt like jelly, shaking to kingdom come. It was what carrying her body, or at least attempting to, had done to him. "Move." He hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes of gold darting between the owl and Jasmine's lifeless form. And yet move he could not. No matter how much he willed himself to. All he could do was watch as it stepped closer. Each one was slow as if it understood that he couldn't stop it. But just when it was just a talon away from her body, it paused. The owl tilted its head as if studying her. "Back off!" Malik's chest heaved. "I said back off!" The owl didn't. It leaned down, its massive beak hovering dangerously close to her head. "NO! STOP!" His screams filled the forest, raw, but the owl ignored him. Clack! Its beak snapped shut. He winced, bracing himself for the sickening sound of flesh tearing. But it never came. Instead, there was just... softness.@@@@ The owl's beak had clamped onto Jasmine's clothes, not her body. Gently, almost reverently, it lifted her off the ground, her limp form swaying slightly as it rose. "What in the fuck..." Malik blinked, his fury fizzling into pure, dumb confusion. Still, the owl didn't seem to care. It just kept dragging Jasmine toward the grave he'd dug earlier. "Remember me. Remember me... but please... please forget my fate." The owl moved again, its massive frame lowering until its head came to rest on his back. It was heavy, incredibly so, but he didn't pull away from it. For the first time in what felt like years, he let himself feel the comfort of something. Anything. Even if it was this strange, otherworldly bird he couldn't begin to understand. He closed his eyes, his hand trembling as it brushed over the its feathers. They weren't what he expected—softer, warmer in a way that seemed almost impossible for something so eerie. "Thank you." With that, he pulled away, his hand patting it one last time. The owl blinked slowly, tilting its head in that weird, knowing way it had. Like it got it. Like it understood everything he couldn't say, even acknowledging his gratitude. Bewildered, Malik shook his head, stood up, turned, and began walking away. Yet before he left, his gaze fell on Sinbad, who still leaned lazily against the same tree. But then, just as quickly as he was there, he wasn't. In his place, glowing faintly against the bark, were words that twisted the knife in his chest just a little deeper: {You getting used to this, huh?} He blinked, and the words didn't disappear; they only changed. {Just how many more times will it take?} Again. {When will you learn? When? Tell me... your little brother, your responsibility.} Again. {Maybe Safira has to die for you to understand. Understand that you are nothing.} Again. {Waste. Trash. Loser. Coward. Idiot. Weakling. Liar. Fraud. Fool. Failure. Burden. Mistake. Fake. Pathetic. Worthless. Spineless. Nobody. Clown. Joke. Disgrace. Wreck. Shell. Cripple. Hollow. Nothing. Dirt. Scrub. Deadweight. Baggage. Mess. Wretch. Scrap. Husk. Rot. Degenerate. Castoff. Reject. Fluke. Stain. Muck. Defect. Pest. Stench. Ruin. Feeble. Flea. Crutch. Outcast. Ghost. Cretin. Dreg. Gutter. Stump. Dullard. Smudge. Pus.} A bitter laugh escaped him. "Am I that bad?... Asshole." Malik waved a hand, dispelling the illusion for good, and continued on his way. He didn't look back. The owl didn't follow. This was their goodbye. Now... the forest was quiet—too quiet. It made him feel like he was the only person left in the world. '...Jasmine.' He told himself not to think. 'Jasmine.' Not to feel. 'Jasmine.' But with every step, her name echoed louder and louder in his head. And so, to quell her screams, he walked faster, busying his mind. Stopping now wasn't an option. Stopping meant remembering. And remembering... It was Hell.

Chapter 80 Burn The Whole World I

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