Somewhere Far
Power does not disappear.
It leaves a trail.
In the hunt for his power, the Shaman unleashed everything she possessed—
her devotion,
her knowledge,
and her most forbidden paranormal abilities.
To trace his energy, she began the ritual.
White-robed figures moved in widening circles, candles trembling as they danced in a soundless rhythm. Smoke curled upward—thick, alive—coiling through the chamber like watching shadows.
At the center stood the Shaman.
Her face was hidden behind a carved mask.
A fan rested in one hand, bells in the other—chiming softly as she moved in slow, deliberate patterns. Ancient chants bled into the air, heavy with intent.
In the middle of the circle, a man knelt.
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His eyes were not human.
They were fox eyes.
A fox demon.
He had offered his blood to the ritual.
The bells rang.
Once.
Twice.
Then—
The air shifted.
Flames bent unnaturally.
Candles shuddered.
The energy answered.
The Shaman froze—
Then laughed.
Low.
Cold.
Triumphant.
"Haaa… Haaaa…"
" I found her. My beauty. I finally found him. "
Low. Cold. Triumphant.
Her voice cut through the ritual chamber like a blade:
"Go."
Her bells pointed forward.
"Bring him to me."
The fox demon rose slowly, eyes burning with obedience.
And in the blink of an eye, he vanished—
drawn in that very direction…
where the spirits were already carrying him away.
To be continued....