Chapter 783 Will And Desire 2
Victor stood there, his expression morphing from anticipation to disbelief, and then to a deep-seated disappointment. The ferocity and determination that had surged through him, fueling his powerful summoning, dissipated as if snuffed out by a sudden gale.
The wolves, his wolves, embodiments of his will and years of concentrated effort, now frolicked at the feet of the baroness, their menacing growls turned into submissive whimpers.
His technique, a manifestation of his resolve and a symbol of retribution, had been effortlessly neutralized, not through brute force, but with a casual, almost mocking, display of power.
The sight of these fierce spirits, now reduced to mere pets, was a bitter pill to swallow. It was as if his own strength, his very will, had been trivialized.
Victor's hands clenched into fists, the frustration evident in the tightness of his jaw and the hard set of his eyes. The realization that his opponent had turned his greatest weapon into a spectacle of submission with just a mere glance, a simple command, gnawed at him. This wasn't just a defeat of his technique; it felt like a personal affront, a mockery of his years of struggle and the pain he'd endured and overcome.
The weight of the moment pressed down on him, a heavy, suffocating cloak of failure. It was a stark reminder of the gap between their powers, a chasm so vast that even his most potent attack could be undone with a whimsy.
Victor was forced to confront a hard truth: in this battle of wills and power, he had been outmatched in a way he hadn't anticipated, leaving him grappling with a sense of vulnerability he hadn't felt in years.
"GET UP AND DESTROY HER!!!" He screamed but it was of no use.
The Baroness opened her mouth slightly, and a silent but audible low melody came from it. This melody dulled the senses to violence, and some how even drowned the voice of Victor as he screamed for them to rise.
As he stood there, watching the baroness with a mix of anger and impotence, Victor understood that this battle was more than just physical—it was a clash of wills, of mental fortitude. And in this moment, despite the strength he knew he possessed, he felt diminished, his confidence shaken by the ease with which his effort had been dismissed.
And now, she was even adding spice to his wounds by trying to dull his fighting spirit some more.
He raged on, but it was no use. Just then the Baroness turned from wolves to his direction, her eyes speaking loud volumes of her seduction.
Coco on the ground Screamed, "NO! don't look into her eyes."
However, it was too late. His gaze had been captured in hers. And then as if being pulled into an illusion, the entire world around him changed. It had suddenly become peaceful.
As Victor's world transformed, the harsh battlefield faded into a serene, almost idyllic scene.
The green grass underfoot felt soft, a stark contrast to the scorched earth he had stood upon moments ago. Above, the sky stretched in a canvas of unblemished blue, offering a peace he hadn't felt in what seemed like lifetimes.
And there, standing before him, was Allison. Her beauty was as breathtaking as he remembered, perhaps even more so in this tranquil illusion.
Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of night, framing her slightly oval face in a way that accentuated her gentle features.
She was dressed in a manner that seemed to beckon him closer, her attire emphasizing the grace of her form while maintaining an air of modesty that he had always admired.
A display of her good up bringing by her Alpha father.
Her smile, warm and inviting, was a beacon in the calm, an anchor in the storm of emotions that surged within him.
Victor's heart ached with a mix of longing and sorrow, a cocktail of emotions that swirled chaotically within him.
The sight of Allison, so vivid and alive in front of him, reignited feelings he had compartmentalized, locked away in the depths of his heart to focus on the battles that lay ahead. It was as if time had reversed, offering him a glimpse of a life untainted by war and loss.
But beneath the surface of this idyllic encounter lay a tumult of confusion and despair. Part of him knew this was not real, that the Allison before him was a mirage crafted by the baroness's malevolent magic.
Yet, another part of him, perhaps the part still clinging to past happiness and love, yearned to believe in the illusion, to immerse himself in the false peace it offered.
The longing to reach out, to touch her, to confirm her presence was palpable, a physical ache that mirrored the emotional turmoil within.
Yet, the knowledge that this was all a facade, a cruel trick played upon his heart by an enemy, held him back, rooting him in place even as his soul seemed to stretch forward, yearning for the impossible.
Victor stood at the crossroads of heartache and reality, torn between the desire to embrace the illusion for just a moment longer and the necessity to break free from the ensnaring beauty of the deception. It was a battle not of physical prowess but of inner strength, a test of his will against the seductive power of a past that could never be reclaimed.
Just then Allison opened her mouth, "Victor!" Her call for him suddenly broke his resolve.
That voice,a melody he had missed for such a long time. She had died many years ago, and he had not even had the opportunity to tell her good bye before she left the world.
Werewolves mated for life. It was a blessing to give one's self to another for a life time, but at the end of the day, that blessing had become his curse.
After all, he could n longer move on.
The events of that time played in his head. He still remembered it. As fresh as a cut on his skin. This was a wound that had nevr closed up, and now, the sight of Allison brought it up....
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