| Sylvia was away in the spirit world that only the deceased could enter, unless a certain loophole was used like Jasmine FireBlade, the pyromancer, pulled once in Mooshu, but that was a topic to contemplate upon for another day, and one she didn't feel like thinking about at the moment, either. No, she was on a different topic entirely. Namely, her husband.
Sylvia was sadly watching images she had dreaded and hoped to never see through a tiny crystal ball. It was the most terrifying thing to watch your own husband, a former noble, good man, fall to envy, greed and lust. He was falling to his inner demons, so to speak. It was the very thing that a life professor-or almost anyone-would dread.
“Oh Malistare, the person I loved would not risk so much for his own selfish desire. Not even magic can revive those who are already dead.” Sylvia said solemnly, shaking her head.
The image she previously was viewing flickered to a image she somehow knew-for reasons inexplicable and unknown to her-that was happening right now, in the present.
Jasmine FireBlade, with her staff raised, was standing directly against the sneering form of Malistare, her husband, and she knew that the pyromancer was trying to stop the impending chaos that could potentially unleash, and wished that she could thank the pyromancer personally, for if without her-Sylvia shuddered at the thought. No, she did not want to imagine the destruction and chaos that could-no, would-of happened.
“It should have never ended this way.” Sylvia said sorrowfully as she continued to look at the orb, and as much as what she was seeing horrified her, she couldn't dare to turn away, as if the orb had some sort of control over her.
Suddenly, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her like water, and then the usually serene landscape of the spirit world slowly faded to black, if only briefly before what happened next.
“Malistare, your wife is gone!” The voice of the myth professor boomed in the Great Spyre of Dragonspyre.
“Nothing can bring her back, and certainly not this!” He then said gesturing to some sort of magic crystal, but it wasn't your ordinary crystal. It was a memory crystal.
Sylvia, elsewhere, was slowly recovering from her dizziness spell, and she was confused to where she was. She saw nothing but utter darkness and couldn't feel anything-not even her own existence. No one had experienced numbness until they were put in her current situation.
But then, everything changed and she thought she saw light...for the first time since her death.
She quickly caught on to her surroundings, and she knew that only the power of a memory crystal could temporarily bring a spirit who was already in the spirit world back onto the realm of the living. Her eyes widened as she saw Malistare, but she quickly took her chance.
“Malistare, its me, Sylvia. Please, listen to me.” She pleaded, her voice soft, as she looked her husband right into the eye. Yes, she was still a bit disoriented from being randomly pulled out of the spirit world, but she had been waiting for this chance for such a long time, and she wasn't about to let it slip within her grasp now.
“The man I loved would not risk so much for his own desire.” She said with sadness, averting her gaze slightly away from Malistare.
“Y-You dare by invoking my precious Sylvia with a mere illusion?!” Malistare yelled in anger at Cyrus Drake.
“Malistare, as much as you love Sylvia, this is not what she would have wanted! Do you think she would have been happy knowing you were chasing after a impossible task, even for the professor of death, and sacrificing so much for blind and clouded desire and lust?” Jasmine FireBlade yelled forcefully.
Malistare wasn't listening, however. He just used a teleportation spell to send both Cyrus and Sylvia away, and if he hadn't done that, Sylvia would of concurred with the pyromancer, but it was too late now.
“Don't even bother to stop me, pyromancer. You are outgunned, outmatched, outclassed and most prominently, alone.” The former professor of death hissed at her.
“No matter how many times you tell me otherwise, you can't destroy what I stand for.” Jasmine declared, and the final countdown began.
Meanwhile, in the spirit world, Sylvia ended up with another dizziness spell before she ended up gazing at that little crystal ball yet again, watching the battle sadly, silently wishing the pyromancer luck.
“Sometimes, loyalty can leave regrettable consequences, no matter how good of intentions.” She said in despair. | |
