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*Summit of the Tower of Sorcery, Kingdom of Babylon*

In this icy gloom, only the moon, veiled by clouds, offered a pale glow to the flagstones worn by centuries.

Nox Walpurgy advanced calmly through the corridors. Ordinarily, he would have bounded with that childish agility that characterized him... But tonight, the sadist of Babylon seemed not to be in a festive mood.

The multiple piercings that adorned his ears and his face weakly captured the moonlight, but his red eyes, ringed with black sclerae, were devoid of their usual spark of joyful madness.

" I am back master." He said before pushing the door.

At the center of the platform, a silhouette remained motionless, seated on a throne of absolute black marble.

Walpurga, the Witch of Curses, the undisputed mistress of the tower, seemed to merge with the night. Her white hair, of an excessive length, spread around her covering the flagstones for several meters.

She held above her a large black umbrella whose handle, sculpted in dark wood veined with silver, rested against her shoulder. The witch’s face remained totally melted into the black, only allowing to guess an overwhelming presence, a mana so vast that she seemed to absorb the slightest particle of surrounding magic.

Nox stopped at a respectful distance, his hands gloved in black leather clenched in the pockets of his coat. He did not bow. In their master-disciple relationship, only strength served as protocol.

"Master..." murmured Nox.

The silence that followed was only interrupted by the whistling of the wind. Walpurga did not move a millimeter, but Nox felt the invisible gaze of the witch weigh on him like a sentence. She held between her clawed fingers a copy of the Prophecies of Nostradamus, her eyes probably scanning the ambiguous verses she already knew by heart.

"You have returned empty-handed, Nox," she finally declared. Her voice was calm, of a coldness that froze the blood more surely than the wind of Babylon. "The Key of Solomon... This grimoire capable of opening the doors of the abyss... It slipped through your fingers".

Nox clenched his teeth so hard that a crack was heard in his jaw. ’Fucking Aidan Silvernight... Fucking Draken...’ he thought with helpless rage. The memory of the defeat in the labyrinth was an open wound in his mind. He saw again Aidan, that pillar of light, sweeping away their efforts with insulting superiority.

"I failed," admitted Nox, his voice now only a hiss of hatred. "Aidan was too strong... Jasper, Julian, me... We were only children playing at soldiers against a real predator".

"And the consequences are already here," resumed Walpurga, slowly turning a page of her book.

"The Spectrum has acted. The rifts are breaking one after the other. Demonic mana saturates the atmosphere, mortals are therefore prey to demonic possession. The invasion is no longer a distant threat... It looks like this prophetic book does not lie. "

Nox raised his head, his red eyes shining with a desperate gleam under the moonlight.

"I have lamentably failed..."

This time, a slight shiver agitated the white hair of the witch. The shadow cast by Walpurga’s umbrella seemed to stretch on the ground, engulfing Nox in a suffocating darkness.

"And so, you come to ask me for forgiveness for your failures?" she asked with a hint of cruel amusement. " I am going to call your Rosi to come heal you with her healing magic, so that you can forget your failure in her arms ?".

Nox let out a nervous laugh :" No, master... "

" Or do you just want to die ? This grimoire should be destroyed, and you failed this mission. I can help you achieve this objective, dear disciple. "

Indeed, The Witch of Curses was aware of Nox’s mission and had even asked when she would find this cursed grimoire that she should destroy it. It was not that she did not want the arrival of demons, she did not care about all that. Her true reason was unknown.

He took a step forward, deliberately entering the pressure mana emitted by the witch. Every pore of his skin screamed under the assault of raw energy, but he did not retreat.

"I want authorization to undertake a journey... alone. Into the depths of the Tenebris continent".

"..."

"..."

Asking to venture alone into Tenebris was equivalent, for almost all mortals, to signing one’s death warrant. Moreover in those times, the continent would be much more dangerous.

"Why ?" Walpurga simply asked.

"To train," replied Nox, his eyes fixed on the shadow of the umbrella.

"My anti-magic is powerful, but my body is weak. I have spent my life delighting in the pain of others, playing with my victims... But facing Aidan, I understood that I knew nothing of true agony. I want to confront the most infamous creatures of this continent. I want Tenebris to become my laboratory. I want every bone in my body to be broken and re-fused. I want to transform my chaotic aura into a weapon capable of disintegrating not only magic, but also aura ".

He paused, catching his breath.

"I will not return until I have become a monster capable of massacring an S-rank without shedding a drop of sweat."

Walpurga remained motionless for long minutes. She knew that Nox was mentally unfit, a being broken by the experiences of his childhood, but she also knew that he was her most accomplished creation, much more than Norah. And even she could not know what his final power would be. "

’He has finally found a goal that goes beyond his own enjoyment,’ thought the witch. ’The loss of Sulyvhan’s receptacle acted as the catalyst I was waiting for.’

She abruptly closed the book of prophecies. She slightly raised her umbrella, revealing for the first time her plump mouth.

"Tenebris will give you no gifts, Nox," she murmured. "You will find there a suffering that will make your torture sessions look like children’s games".

Nox finally sketched a smile.

"That is exactly what I am looking for, Master. Pain is the only language I really understand. And I intend to become the greatest speaker of Tenebris".

The witch of Walpurgis slowly nodded. With a fluid gesture, she pointed her index finger toward the north.

"Go, Nox Walpurgy. The authorization is granted to you...."

< Mystical Spell : Sensory Deprivation>

" And I curse you, I take away your sight, your hearing, only your touch will be amplified... Do not return until you become a monster."

"Thank you, Master, I will not disappoint! "

< Mystical Spell : Banishment >

She made a gesture with her hand and a whirlwind of ashes burst from the ground, enveloping Nox. He felt the spatial teleportation suck him in.

" The Dark Tetrad will avenge Kaiser’s death..."