“Well where do I start from, right! Cursed. Do you know that our family is descended from the first recorded super. Not officially anyways, our ancestors were a result of a dalliance with a manager, the first manager I might add. But none of that matters, can you remember the ability the first recorded super had?”“Anybody? Nobody? Oh come on there’s no need to be dull. We’re learning something amazing today! Our history and where we come from. You should be happy.” Arome had to fight the urge to roll his eyes from Mistress Blight-Soul’s attempt to turn her kidnapping into a study session. He turned to Astra, she was still looking weak and breathing heavily. The way she was looking, it was like she could drop dead at any second.“Can you please undo whatever it is your doing to her? She looks like her heart’s about to stop.” Arome interrupted Mistress Blight-Soul to point at Astra. It was an act that succeeded to shock not just everyone present, but even Arome himself. His thoughts an

Arome listened intently, his mind racing with the revelation of Mistress Blight-Soul's tragic past. As the bitter truth of her family's betrayal and the harsh sacrifices she made came to light, it was clear to him why she harbored such deep-seated anger and a thirst for vengeance. The room seemed to grow colder as her tale of sorrow and deceit unfolded, leaving a palpable tension in the air. The twisted dynamics of her family, the manipulation, and the dark curses that plagued their lineage painted a grim picture of a legacy tainted by suffering and loss. Her resolve to exact retribution on those who had wronged her was evident in her hardened gaze, and for a moment, Arome felt a pang of sympathy for the woman who had endured so much. Yet, he knew that her pain had driven her to the brink of madness, and the path she had chosen was one of destruction. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken emotions, and as the silence stretched, it was Astra who broke it, her voice trembling but deter

As Arome's lifeless body hit the ground, the atmosphere shifted, charged with the aftermath of his sacrificial act. Astra felt the oppressive weight lift from her mind, the fog that had clouded her thoughts dissipating as Luna's essence surged back with renewed vigor. Mistress Blight-Soul's scream of rage echoed through the shattered cafeteria, her plans now in disarray. Marisa seized the opportunity, her eyes blazing with determination as she bypassed the remaining barriers and launched herself at her twin, her strikes now more focused and precise. The demons, momentarily disoriented by the collapse of the binding spell, faltered in their attack, giving Astra and Theo a precious moment to regroup. With Luna's strength fortifying her, Astra locked eyes with her mother, her resolve unyielding. This was their chance; the delicate balance of power had shifted, and with unity and resilience, they could turn the tide of this cosmic confrontation. As the battle roared on, the siblings knew

Alonso displayed a malevolent and angry smirk. He felt content, having successfully lured Arome out of hiding by disparaging his mother. Arome had always been intolerant of anyone maligning his parents, particularly his mother. Given the sorrow he had already caused her, he could not bear to see someone else dishonor her with such words. Despite the anger in his heart, Arome needed to consider one crucial fact.“You know my mother?” Arome asked with no small amount of confusion.Alonso chuckled, as he spread his hands in a flourish. “I don't know that cowardly bitch, well not personally anyways. But we went to the same mystic coven, studied magic under the watchful eyes of the most powerful mystic on earth. She was offered a chance to gain his legacy, but the coward ran away to go be a wife and a mother...unfortunately her dream of becoming a queen was turned to smoke by giving birth to such a useless son. No one denies the Tenebris Unum (Dark One) and goes Scot free.”There were too

It took a few seconds for what Arome had said to Luna to sink in. Even Master Blight Herat was confused, his eyes inexplicably drawn to the massive halo of energy around Arome. The mane of his lion helm fluttered in he air behind him, stretched out for meters into the air to look like a horrifying specter of death. His helmet was already without power, but the blackness in its visor made Arome seemed even more dangerous than he already was. The sight of this man, looking every bit like the animal he embodied, made Blight Heart hesitate. It was as if he was standing face to face with a real apex predator, a true lion. Light and energy coalesced into the shape of snarling white lion with blue highlights, flecks of it attached to the Lion’s illusory mane. Luna waved her hands as a massive shard of glass appeared in front of Arome. He pulled back, Master Blight-Heart’s eyes widening slowly as the wall behind him was smashed through, Marisa and the mistress tumbling out into the foyer, b