chapter 159: Star Wars in the Soul Prison and the Falling Leaves of Curse
The darkness was no longer just a shadow; it had become a thick essence, suffocating every atom of the courtyard. The black rain continued to strike like iron needles against Diyari's exhausted body, who hung within his luminous prison like a broken king—shattered, yet unbowed. The Grandmother's purple chains, forged from the venom of hell's yellow snakes, sank deeper into Diyari's bones. Yet, his golden eyes remained like two untamed torches, watching Rina's wounded body as she clawed at her own skin before him like a mindless puppet. We must understand that this gentle girl, who once lit the world with a smile, is now lost in a black whirlwind of magic; she is merely an innocent victim being used by Grandmother as a weapon against Diyari through the "Curse Knot" spell.
Grandmother, dancing on the balcony with a voice full of malice, raised her staff and brought the "Mirror of Destruction" spell to its final stage. She intended to utterly kill Rina's soul from within so that no hope of return remained. But at that moment, deep within Rina's mind, another war began. Although her body was unconscious and her blade was piercing her own shoulder, her soul began to fight the shadows Grandmother had planted in a dark corner of her mind. Rina wept from her heart; every spiritual tear shone like a white beam in that darkness, shaking the magical chains of her mind. She saw her own hands wounding her body and screamed from within: "No! This isn't me! I will never hurt myself to break Diyari!"
From within his prison, Diyari felt Rina's internal struggle. He gathered what remained of his "imaginary power" solely to protect Rina's soul. Blood seeped from every pore of his skin, yet he remained silent. He knew that if he took just one more step, Grandmother would force Rina to drive the blade into her own heart. With the white light shining from the center of his chest like a great eye, Diyari tried to reach into Rina's imagination. He wanted to tell her that hope still remained—that the wounds on her body were merely signs of a great trial where love is the only weapon.
With a brutal laugh, Grandmother screamed: "Rina! Finish it! Tear out that heart that still holds the name of this beggar! Show him that you belong only to me!" Under the influence of this command, Rina's body shook violently as she moved the blade toward her chest, right where her heart beat. Seeing this, Diyari let out a cry that split the courtyard sky like a lightning bolt. He didn't just snap the chains; using his pain-filled "imaginary power," he sent an incredibly powerful golden beam into Rina's body. This light wrapped around Rina's heart like a sacred shield, preventing the blade from entering.
In that split second, within her spiritual world, Rina managed to kill the first of Grandmother's shadows. With her spiritual hands, she tore the black veil Grandmother had draped over her eyes. Rina began calling Diyari's name from within, but her body was so exhausted and wounded that she still couldn't open her eyes. This was when all the crystal walls of the courtyard began to crack. Seeing her magic failing, Grandmother struck her staff against the ground in a mad rage, turning the floor into a pool of fire to burn Diyari and Rina together.
As his legs burned in the fire, Diyari reached Rina's unconscious body. With hands that were now mostly bone and sinew, he lifted Rina from the flames and placed her on his shoulder. The pain was so terrifying it felt as if the entire universe was turning Diyari into ash, yet he stood firm. The man everyone called "foolish" had become a mighty mountain that even Grandmother's hell could not move. On Diyari's shoulder, a warm tear fell from Rina's closed eyes onto his bloody skin. That tear was like holy water, silencing all of Diyari's pain for a moment.
On the balcony, Grandmother was transforming into a black demon. She knew that Diyari's resistance and Rina's spiritual war were destroying all her plans. She began chanting the "Cosmic Explosion" spell, a magic that would turn everything in the courtyard into embers. But Diyari only looked at the girl on his shoulder. He wanted to tell her: "It doesn't matter how wounded you are, it doesn't matter how 'ugly' you've made me, I still look at the beauty of your soul just like the first day." The courtyard had become a legendary battlefield where only one thing could triumph: the unconditional love that no magic or shadow could defeat.
The chapter reaches an unparalleled climax here—Diyari holding Rina in the heart of the fire while Grandmother gathers her final breath of hatred to end it all. Rina continues to break the chains within her soul. Every wound and drop of blood in this courtyard is becoming a witness to the greatest epic—one where a man is willing to let his entire body turn to ash just so his beloved can sleep peacefully for a second. The silence is about to break, and Diyari's golden light is becoming an infinite radiance that will shock the entire world.
Written by: Dlin_myth