The Vanishing Spell and the Servant of Satan

Jun stepped into the ruins of an ancient temple, its stone pillars worn and cracked with time. The eerie silence of the place sent a shiver down his spine. This temple had once been a sacred place of knowledge, but now it stood as a crumbling relic of the past. Dust particles floated in the dim light as Jun ran his fingers along the ancient carvings on the wall, searching for something specific.

His heart sank when he found it. A powerful spell, once engraved into the rock, had vanished without a trace. The inscriptions were meant to be unbreakable, preserved by magic older than any of the clans. Yet, now, the stone was bare, as if the spell had never existed.

"Who could have taken it?" Jun wondered, stepping back to scan the area.

A gust of wind swept through the temple ruins, and Jun felt a sudden presence behind him. He turned quickly, just in time to dodge a blade aimed straight for his head. The attacker moved with inhuman speed, his strikes relentless. Jun leaped back, avoiding each attack with precision. His eyes locked onto the figure before him—a man dressed in black, his aura dark and twisted. His expression was empty, almost lifeless.

Jun steadied himself and asked, "Who are you?"

The man smirked, his voice hollow. "I am a servant of Satan."

Jun narrowed his eyes, immediately sensing something was off. The man's power level was only around 3,000—not nearly enough to be a real threat to someone like Jun. Someone is controlling him, he realized.

The servant lunged again, his movements erratic and aggressive, but Jun dodged with ease. He could tell that this man was fighting without thought, as if he were nothing more than a puppet.

With a deep breath, Jun activated his ability—Emotion World. A golden light pulsed from his body, and instantly, the battlefield shifted. The air became heavy, the surroundings blurred, and time seemed to slow. Within this space, Jun could alter any emotion, bending them to his will.

As he focused on the servant's heart, a wave of intense sadness flooded Jun's senses. It was overwhelming—this man had suffered beyond reason. Jun could feel his pain, his loss, his despair. His entire existence was filled with sorrow, and yet, all his happiness had been stripped away.

Jun clenched his fists. So this is what Satan's influence does...

With a single thought, he transferred pure happiness into the servant's soul, attempting to bring peace to his suffering. The man's eyes widened for a brief moment—tears welled up, as if he had suddenly remembered what joy felt like. But it was too late.

His body trembled violently. The dark energy within him resisted Jun's power, consuming his body faster than Jun could save him. The servant let out a pained gasp, then collapsed to the ground. His life faded in an instant.

Jun exhaled, his chest heavy. He had hoped to free him, but there was no saving a man who had already given everything to Satan.

Kneeling beside the lifeless body, Jun muttered, "Rest now. You've suffered enough."

But even as he spoke, unease settled in his heart. This wasn't just a random attack—someone powerful was pulling the strings. And if they were able to steal a legendary spell from this temple, then something far more dangerous was unfolding in Yamato.

Jun stood up, his gaze hardened. "I need to find out who's behind this before it's too late."

With that, he left the ruins, his mind racing with possibilities. A storm was brewing in Yamato, and he had no intention of letting it go unnoticed.