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Chapter 126: Ophelia Died Again?
As the dense, ominous aura continued to seep through the forest, a blanket of unease settled over Lyra and her fellow Ascendants. Their faces, usually marked by confidence and resolve, now bore frowns of deep worry and disbelief.
Skepticism about Lyra’s earlier claims regarding the aura had evaporated, replaced by a stark realization as they felt its oppressive weight bearing down on them. It was as if the very air they breathed had become a tangible adversary, challenging their intrusion into the forest’s hidden depths.
Their eyes flicked nervously around, scanning through the dense foliage, searching for any sign of the unseen threat that lurked in the shadows. Amidst this tense atmosphere, their gaze inevitably landed on Ophelia.
To their collective astonishment, she stood there unaffected by the aura’s crushing presence. Her posture was one of ease, her body relaxed as though she was merely taking a leisurely stroll through the forest.
Her face, usually an enigma, now held an expression of calmness, almost bordering on serenity. It was as if the malevolent energy swirling around them was merely a gentle breeze, inconsequential to her.
Lucas, always quick to react, was visibly the most perturbed by this sight. His eyes narrowed into slits, a deep crease forming between his brows as he fixed his gaze on Ophelia.
The sight of her calm composure amidst an aura so overwhelming stirred a confusing blend of suspicion and latent fear within him. He shifted uncomfortably, his feet digging into the soft earth as he tried to make sense of the scene before him.
Lucas, his discomfort growing by the second under the oppressive weight of the aura, could no longer hold back his questions. His voice, tinged with a mix of accusation and sheer bewilderment, cut through the heavy air.
"How can you be so unaffected by this aura?" he demanded, his body tense, almost coiled like a spring. He took a step toward Ophelia, his movements sharp and involuntary, driven by a mix of fear and curiosity.
Ophelia, feeling Lucas’s intense gaze upon her, turned her head to face him. Her movements were slow and deliberate, almost like a cat eyeing its prey. A small smile curled the corners of her mouth, so faint it was almost missed. Yet, there was something in that smile, a shadow of something dark and knowing, a hint that she was more than what she appeared to be.
"Unaffected? Of course, I am," Ophelia responded, her voice smooth and calm, yet laced with a trace of dark amusement. "This is his aura, after all," she added, her eyes locking with Lucas’s, a spark of mischief dancing in their depths.
Her words, simple yet loaded with meaning, sent a wave of cold realization washing over the Ascendants. Lucas, his initial suspicion morphing into a dawning understanding, felt his eyes widen slightly. The revelation that Ophelia was somehow connected to this mysterious aura, and seemingly at ease with it, reshaped his perception of her.
The aura also seemed to grow thicker, more tangible, with every step they took. It was during this heightened state of alertness that Lucas, unable to contain his mounting frustration and suspicion, suddenly turned towards Ophelia.
"Damn it, it must be because of you!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with accusation. "This pressure, it must be from the evil beast. And you," he pointed a finger at Ophelia, "you already know about the aura. You must be colluding with the beast. We need to take you down!"
Lyra, caught off guard by Lucas’s sudden outburst, stepped forward, her face a mixture of shock and concern. "Lucas, wait!" she exclaimed, trying to calm the situation. "We can’t just—"
Her plea was lost in the rising tide of suspicion among the other Ascendants, who, fueled by the tense atmosphere and Lucas’s convincing argument, began to echo his sentiments.
Nira, her eyes glinting with a cold, calculating resolve, added to the growing chorus of accusations. "We’re deep in the forest," she said, her voice chillingly calm. "No one will know if an unknown girl like her... disappears."
With a swift, practiced movement, Nira drew her gun. Her hands were steady, betraying no hint of hesitation. She raised the weapon, taking aim at Ophelia with the precision of a seasoned sharpshooter. The forest seemed to hold its breath as she squeezed the trigger, the gunshot echoing loudly among the trees.
The bullet struck Ophelia squarely in the head, leaving a visible hole. A hush fell over the group as they watched, their faces a mix of relief and triumph.
Lucas’s expression transformed from anger to satisfaction. "That’s the end of that," he said, a smug grin spreading across his face. "The aura’s dissipating. We did it."
The other Ascendants, their initial hesitation replaced by a sense of accomplishment, began to relax. Their bodies, previously tensed for conflict, now eased as the oppressive aura around them started to fade.
Steven, his brows furrowing in thought, murmured, "Looks like we were right about her. She was the key to this."
Magnus, who had been quietly observing, nodded slowly. His face, usually stoic, showed a hint of relief. "Seems like it. The forest feels different already."
Nira, holstering her gun, allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction. "Good riddance," she said, her tone light but with an underlying edge.
Lyra, however, seemed less convinced. She watched the spot where Ophelia had stood, her expression thoughtful, tinged with a hint of doubt. "I hope we made the right decision," she said softly, more to herself than to the others.
As the Ascendants regrouped, a collective sense of victory swept over them, their hearts lightening with the belief that they had vanquished a potential enemy. The oppressive aura that had once weighed heavily upon them was now dissipating, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and relief.
They exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting a shared triumph, a belief that they had overcome a significant threat. Smiles began to creep onto their faces, and there was an almost palpable sense of camaraderie among them as they reveled in their supposed success.
Little did they know, the true source of the ominous aura was not the fallen Ophelia but someone else entirely. Hidden from their view, nestled in the shadows behind where Ophelia had stood, was Zorvax. He had been silently observing the entire encounter, his presence undetected by the Ascendants.
Zorvax, the true master of the aura that had so troubled the group, was now deliberately retracting it. With a mere thought, he drew back the dense, foreboding energy, manipulating it with ease. The aura responded to his command, ebbing away like a tide retreating from the shore. As he watched the Ascendants celebrate their hollow victory, a sly smile spread across his face.