The Resurrected: Beauty's Vengeance

A week had passed, and Cassius's treatment began. Today was the day Elara and Orian were trying to wake him up from his mana lockdown. While Elara stayed in her dungeon, Orian was putting in too much effort to wake him in the magic tower; no one knew about this. Elara requested him that. The treatment was secret, and Orian accepted that. In the second building of the magic tower, Orian started practising some alchemists, his daily routine of the day. And an explosion happened. 

"Boom!"

It wasn't a big blast, but for about a kilometer, the voice reverberated. A deafening explosion ripped through the morning air, its shockwave shattering the fragile calm that blanketed the Magic Tower. The sky once brushed with the soft hues of dawn, darkened with thick, acrid smoke spiralling from a distant mansion. Birds scattered, their frantic cries lost in the aftermath of uncontrolled power. The earth itself seemed to tremble, bearing witness to the chaos unleashed.

"Cough…Cough…!" 

Orian came to the muffled sounds of struggling to breathe amidst the dust and debris. The explosion often happened in the tower. When the Master of the magic tower started to experiment with something. He was trying to make a portion that, releases someone's unconscious mind. But he failed. 

Out of the smoke, Levish, Orian's butler was in out in hurried, his face etched with a mixture of frustration and resignation. He wiped soot from his forehead, glancing back at the partially collapsed structure behind him. Splintered wooden beams and cracked stone walls marked the damage; the remnants of a magical barrier flickered weakly before vanishing.

Levish gave his whole life, but he faced the most trouble working with Orian. Troubles plagued Orian in his childhood. 

"Looks like I'll have to start construction all over again," 

Levish muttered, and Orian came close to him. Though the exhaustion in his eyes betrayed his weariness.

 The morning heat had already begun to rise, making the lingering smoke feel even more oppressive. Slight exasperation replaced his usually composed demeanor, though his sharp eyes retained their familiar, searching, calculating glint.

"Don't make that face, or I'll set you on fire." 

Orian quipped, attempting to lighten the mood. Levish chuckled, shaking his head as they both made their way toward the main building of the Magic Tower, the grand spires casting long shadows over them.

"Then, do that." 

Orian kept giggling, proud of what he was doing. "I'll try tomorrow."

Levish called some servants to clean up the building, while he brought warm water in his magic. Orian washed up his face. He dressed handsomely, but the explosion ruined his clothes. 

"Has that girl arrived?" 

Orian stepped towards the main building to change his attire. In fact, has some bruises. The heavy blast didn't harm him, it gave him only scratches.

"No, my lord. And this is the report you want." Levish handed some packed documents. 

Orian flipped through the pages, expecting detailed reports, but paused as his eyes landed on a peculiar document. 

"I thought there was a page report you gave me but…" 

Orian's eyes darted to Levish, "Indeed" he replied, his voice steady. "There is nothing about her, my lord." 

Orian turned the next page, his eyes gleaming, Orian smirked. "That is what I want, Ish. Good work." 

Before Levish could respond, a desperate, trembling voice pierced the air.

"Help! Help! Someone, please help!"

A voice came from the air; the blue butterfly was there. The weight of the butterfly voice had broken Orian and Levish's light moment. 

"He—Hey young man, help me. My master is out of control…you were the only one who calmed her." 

Butterfly started speaking without stopping. Orian couldn't hold back his hand as he grabbed at Butterfly, which flew in front of his eyes. Because of that, he can't focus on his voice. 

"Bastard…. If you grab me suddenly in your palm, I'll die." 

Butterfly was a Lily, who came out of the dungeon to ask for help, and she only knew one person, Orian, a rude bastard.

"Then stop flew and say, what are you saying?" 

Orian release Lily. She sat on Orian's shoulder and spoke. Her fearful voice clearly indicated something had happened. 

"Elara… her magic went on a rampage. If you couldn't….." 

Orian heard the words and ran towards the gate, even though he didn't know where Elara was living now.

"Do you even know where is she?"

Levish and Lily's loud voice came. Lily flew over the Orian, and she led the way. They use teleportation magic. 

Teleportation magic worked when a person had already gone to that place. Lily doesn't have such an amount of mana that she teleports two, even though she is the butterfly. Orian used his magic; Lily thought that the place and they arrived at the right time. 

Orian as he came to the place. He walked near the dungeon, a massive dungeon above the Lake near the Tower. 'How could this be possible…?'

Orian questioned himself. 'This place is near the tower but in those whole years I couldn't see this place.'

Orian wondered. A scent of burning wood permeated the air. The sound of screaming created a heavy atmosphere in the forest. 

In the morning every animal, bird, and even small creature went on the hunt. But the sound of Elara's screaming frightened them, and they hid.

Orian goes as closer to the dungeon, he sees a butterfly fly in front of him. He ignored them and walked inside; he was lost in thought when he heard Elara's cry. He ran down the dungeon on the stairs. 

Orian stopped at the last point of the room, dark flames covering in entire room. Inside, the dungeon was tense: Elara struggled with her power. Orian's eyes narrowed as he saw the scene. 

"How did you end up?" Orian sighed and said. "That's why I said you, stay in the tower." "Looks like you overthinked and dark flame started consuming you." He thought to himself. 

However, outside of the dungeon, Lily and her brother waited patiently. 

Orian used his magic to seal the dark magic, but in the first attempt, he failed. He tried multiple times but 

"Krahhhhh!" 

Elara's magic was stronger than sealing magic; that's why he failed.

'Can I use one of the strongest spells? But she'll…' Orian hesitated. "If I use Abyssal Dominion, what will happen then?" 

The caster invokes abyssal Dominion, when magic runs rampant, causing beyond the destructions to seize control over the chaotic forces. This spell absorbs wild magic energy. Channels it into a stable form, sealing it within the caster's core or redirecting it safely into the source.

But a spell as powerful as abyssal dominion is not without consequences. Controlling unstable magic comes at a severe cost. Users' eyes may turn pitch black and suffer hallucinations and nightmares, or feel their magic being drained. It does not affect only the user's caster but also face effectiveness of this spell. Caster may lose emotions, morality, or even their identity. But its chance is not high. 

'Damn it! I must have to use that, it doesn't matter what will happen in the future.' Orian thought, 

Inside the dungeon chamber, lights flickered violently as waves of dark energy crashed against the walls. The furniture became covered in crawling shadows. In the centre of the chaos stood Elara, her breathing ragged; dark flames, Elara's protector became destroyers. Her crimson red eyes glowed unnaturally as wild. 

Orian stepped forward, unfazed by the suffocating aura. His emerald eyes locked on Elara, calm yet unyielding. Orian raised his hand and spoke the ancient language in a low. 

* "Tamastu tenebris, imperium abyssum!" * (The phrase sounds powerful, but it is not an actual Latin word; it sounds mystical.)

A swirling black vortex erupted from his palm, its abyssal tendrils surging forward. The chaotic magical howled in protest as it was drawn toward him; consumed by the abyss, its shadowy chains shot out, wrapping around Elara, binding the raging energy before it could consume her completely.

Elara gasped as the face constricted, pulling the magic from her body. The room trembled, the walls shaking under the sheer power being contained. Light flickered, bending to the will of the abyss.

With a slow exhale. Orian clenched his fist, and the raging darkness collapsed into a pulsing shape of void energy, floating silently above his palm, the one violent force now rested, sealed.

Orian caught her before she could fall. His grip was firm, his warmth grounding her in reality. Elara's eyes fell into tears. "She is unconscious, but she was crying."

As Elara's magic sealed, Lily and Zeil came in hurriedly. "Master, Master. Are….?" 

"Sshu…. she is sleeping now." Orian cut through and whispered. "Today is just a lucky day that she survived, but in the future, anything happens… I don't give a guarantee." 

Orian didn't know Elara's reality that she was coming back to life, multiple times. He thought this lucky day for her. 

"This place is no longer a living place… if you both want, come in the tower." 

Orian carried her in his arms and said to Lily and Zeil. 'I'm going too crazy; I didn't see that much power.'

Orian thought. Orian discovered a power that no one else in the empire seemed to have, Elara had, the owner of dark magic.