Chapter 41 A DARK PAST

"Umm..." Kelvin muttered as he slowly began to regain his conciousness. And where he saw himself looked nothing like the place he lost his conciousness. Right now, he is seeing himself In is a bed chamber. The bed chamber exuded an air of opulence intertwined with an unsettling darkness. Rich, velvet drapes in deep, midnight blue framed the tall windows, their heavy folds cascading to the polished ebony floor. The walls were lined with dark, ornate wood paneling, intricately carved with arcane symbols and runes that glowed faintly with an eerie, otherworldly light. A massive four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, its frame crafted from blackened oak, and adorned with luxurious silk sheets and an abundance of plush, dark-hued pillows. The bed's canopy was woven with strands of silver and enchanted threads, shimmering subtly in the dim light cast by wrought-iron sconces mounted on the walls. These sconces held candles that flickered with a ghostly blue flame, casting dancing shadows that seemed to move of their own accord. An ornate, antique dresser stood against one wall, its surface cluttered with peculiar artifacts and vials of unknown potions. Above it hung a large, oval mirror with a gilded frame, its glass tinged with a faint, unnatural darkness that hinted at hidden secrets. A plush, deep crimson carpet covered the floor, its edges embroidered with intricate, magical designs. In one corner of the room, a tall, arched doorway led to a private study, where ancient tomes and scrolls lay scattered across a grand, obsidian desk. The air was thick with the scent of rare incense, mingling with a hint of something darker, a barely perceptible undercurrent of forbidden magic. Despite its undeniable luxury, the room emanated a palpable sense of foreboding, a place where comfort and danger coexisted in a delicate, almost sinister balance. But Kelvin seems to be used to the bed chamber already as he suddenly turned and find out that his father is actually seating by his left on the floor while meditating. The man sat cross-legged on a circle of blackened, ancient runes etched into the cold stone floor. The air around them crackled with a palpable, oppressive energy, as if the room itself held its breath. The dark mage closed his eyes, his hands resting lightly on his knees with fingers curled in specific, arcane mudras. A soft, almost imperceptible chant began to emanate from his lips, spoken in a long-forgotten language that seemed to vibrate through the very air. The words were harsh and guttural, filled with power and intent. As the chant continued, the runes on the floor began to glow with an eerie, violet light, casting shifting, spectral patterns onto the walls. Shadows seemed to deepen and move with a life of their own, swirling around the dark mage like a protective cocoon. The light of the runes pulsated in rhythm with the mage's heartbeat, growing brighter and more intense with each passing moment. "Enough!!" Kelvin's father suddenly retorted in a menacing manner that made the dark magic in the whole room flare up. But it didn't stay long before everything went back to normal. "And I have also told you several times that I don't want and will never let something that happened in the past repeat itself in the present. So you better behave" Kelvin's father eventually said in a deep and calm tone. "Yes father..." As for Kelvin, he replied with his head lowered as he suddenly thought of a girl. This girl exuded an enigmatic aura that matched her brother's gothic demeanor. She stood tall with an air of quiet intensity, her long, raven-black hair cascading down her back in sleek, glossy waves. Her complexion was pale, almost ethereal, accentuating the sharpness of her high cheekbones and the delicate curve of her jawline. Her eyes were a striking contrast, a deep, vibrant green that seemed to glow with an inner fire, framed by thick, dark lashes. They held a piercing gaze, often reflecting a mix of curiosity and quiet determination. She had a slender yet athletic build, hinting at hidden strength and agility. Dressed in the Pace Setter Academy uniform, she wore it with a distinctive twist. Her black and blue blazer was tailored to fit perfectly, the edges adorned with subtle silver embroidery that shimmered under the light. The skirt, slightly shorter than regulation, was paired with black knee-high socks and polished, lace-up boots that added a touch of rebellious flair. Around her neck, she wore a delicate silver chain with a small, ornate pendant in the shape of a crescent moon, a silent nod to her affinity for the darker aspects of magic. Her overall appearance was a blend of elegance and mystery, making her presence both captivating and slightly intimidating. When Kelvin thought of this girl, his fist suddenly clenched tighter than before as he thought decisively. 'I will find out the cause of your death, even if I have to go against father's But Kelvin didn't know that his emotions is making the orb which merged with him back in the Veilwood forest to grow even darker and menacing in appearance.