The Villain Can't Lose

[Nari\'s POV: After she left Serenu\'s bedroom]

As I stumbled down the hallway, I couldn\'t shake the feeling of discomfort and dizziness that had been plaguing me all this time now. All I wanted was to retreat back to the comfort of my room and lie down for a while. But as I turned the corner, I was met with Carlo, the duke\'s butler.

I tried to put on a brave face and greet him, but the dizziness made it difficult to focus on anything else. My head was spinning and my vision was blurry. I could feel my legs beginning to wobble beneath me, and I feared I might collapse right there in front of him.

Carlo must have noticed my distress because he quickly stepped forward to offer his assistance. "Are you alright?" he asked, his concerned voice barely audible over the ringing in my ears.

I nodded weakly, not trusting myself to speak. Carlo\'s strong arms steadied me as he helped me back to my room. I was grateful for his kindness, but all I could think about was lying down and trying to make the world stop spinning.

"The Duke wishes to see you tonight," he said before closing the door.

"What this fuxker wanted?"

I lied on the bed, my mind consumed by the magic pulsing through my blood. Memories of Rowen and his technique flood my mind, and I couldn\'t help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the power he possessed. I remembered the way his hands felt on my skin, the way his energy flowed through me as he worked his magic.

As I lay here, lost in thought, I could feel that same energy coursing through my veins. It was as if Rowen\'s power has become a part of me, infused into my very being. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation, letting it wash over me, filling me with a sense of strength and purpose.

I knew that I had a long way to go before I could master my own power, but for now, I was content to simply revel in its presence. I felt alive, more alive than I ever have before, and I knew that with Rowen\'s guidance, I could become an even stronger and more powerful mage.

So I was lost in thoughts and feelings, my body humming with the magic that flew through me. And I knew that as long as I had this power within me, nothing could stop me from achieving my dreams…

I closed my eyes for a minute and tried to fall asleep, I needed to rest…

And as I lay on my bed, feeling a sense of unease building inside me. The anxiety was palpable, like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. And then there was the sharp, electric pain in my back, like something was stopping there, something uncomfortable stuck and not moving.

I shifted my weight, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing seemed to help. The pain was persistent, throbbing with each beat of my heart. It was as if something was lodged in my back, refusing to budge no matter how much I tried to move.

I couldn\'t understand what was causing the pain, or why I was feeling so anxious. It was like a storm brewing inside me, with no clear direction or end in sight. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

But it was no use. The pain and anxiety were too overwhelming, too all-encompassing. I felt like I was drowning, unable to escape the suffocating grip of my own mind.

"What is happening to me?…"

I knew I needed to find a way to release the tension, to ease the sharp pain in my back and calm the anxious thoughts that were running rampant in my mind. But for now, all I could do was lie there and wait, hoping that the feeling would eventually pass.

*clink*

Lost in my own thoughts, a sound jolted me back to reality. It was a soft fluttering, like the beating of tiny wings. I opened my eyes and saw a small figure hovering above me, illuminated in the soft moonlight that filtered through the window.

It was a fairy, with long dark silver hair and purple eyes that seemed to glow with an inner light. She was no bigger than the palm of my hand, with delicate wings that shimmered in the moonlight. They were a deep shade of purple, with intricate patterns etched into the delicate membrane.

As I stared at her in wonder, she flew closer, her wings beating faster as she approached. I could see the details of her features now, the tiny lines around her eyes and the curve of her delicate mouth.

For a moment, I couldn\'t believe what I was seeing. Fairies were supposed to be creatures of myth and legend, existing only in the pages of storybooks. And yet here she was, hovering above me, her presence both magical and otherworldly.

I lay there, transfixed, as she continued to hover, her wings beating softly as she regarded me with an expression that was equal parts curious and cautious. And then, with a soft flutter, she was gone, disappearing into the night like a whisper on the wind.

For a moment, I was too stunned by what I had just witnessed. And then the reality of the situation hit me, and I sat up, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and fear.

"What was that?"