The Witch's Curse
The Red Moon

The sound of wolf howls and owl snores sounded earthy. The thick aroma of wet wood pierces the sense of smell. A creepy quiet feeling was felt by Isyana. His frail body was piercing a hard, rough surface, but he did not know what it was. Isyana was disturbed. His feet and hands were also cold and blue due to the iron chains tied to two tree trunks. Little sand and gravel scattered around it. It seemed, Isyana was not in an ordinary bed, but where? His eyes could not catch any light. All complete. Only voices were heard, nor were they the voices of people.

Pastes,

The light is starting to show.

Someone walked towards him with a torch. The small flames that were moving from a distance, looked even brighter and dazzling. Isyana looked around, lying on a giant rock. His legs and hands were tied, as was his mouth. A piece of cloth was wrapped tightly until the sound could not be spoken. Isyana can only come into contact with limited body movements. Just futile. There was no way he could release the iron chains on his hands and feet. Let alone running away, even now, its existence is out of nowhere. Isyana was very scared and could not guess what situation she was facing.

'Let's think, Izz... You're done.... '

Isyana was trying to remember the last thing she did. His head throbbed, due to the effects of magic that Venn often used to torture him. The only memory he could find was the Royal Forces' quarrel with the Witch of Venn which led to the transfer of location to these rocks.

After attacking the troops with black smoke, Venn carried Isyana far away from the old Lighthouse Tower by teleportation. Isyana doesn't know where she is now. However, his desire to live began to rise again. The hope that had been lost, little by little there was. Markian apparently did not get tired of looking for himself, even though it had not been found for so long. In her heart, Isyana felt happy and grateful because her future husband did not forget her. The ambushing despair was gone. Now, only hope filled the recesses of his heart.

"God! Stupid Girl! Already awake apparently," hardik Venn saw Isyana who had opened her eyes.

"Where? Seger is here? Muahana..... " Venn monologue. He realized that Isyana could not speak. Venn himself stuffed the cloth on his mouth to keep it quiet.

"It's a grave, loh. Hiiyy.. Afraid of not tuh? Muahaha...... "

According to Venn, they are now in the resting place of the Great Witch Maximilian who is on Hidden Hill, the most barren area on Gene Island. Not far from where Isyana was lying, there was a large tree whose structure resembled that of a human. So tall and sturdy, with only two twigs.

"Masteeeeerr... Soon, your resurrection will happen.... Muahahaha......... " Venn raised both his hands high. Crows that had followed him to scavenge for any meat that might be present, began to scatter. The birds were shocked by Venn's thunderous voice. Bird instincts are very sharp, Venn is not a worthy opponent.

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The night sky that was beautiful with starlight is now getting darker. Black clouds enveloped the horizon. The perfect dark atmosphere signifies a change in rare natural phenomena. The Red Moon is coming soon.

Venn began to draw hexagons and also mantra symbols around Isyana's bedrock. Small candles are arranged in such a way as a marker. Spells accompany the activity of drawing it. The aroma of the hill that was once thick, now fragrant sticking. Stranger fragrance, like an unorthodox offerings.

The howling of the wolf again sounded, this time followed by a groan, like something was painful from within his body. His voice was getting clearer, not as vague as the initial time. The red tinge appears to color the dark night sky. Gradually, a large circle of blood-colored like blood rose in the sky. Blood Moon-Red Moon-End Finally appeared as well. The seas around Gene Island are churning. Waves of sea water that was just rippling are now rising high, big waves that rampage into a scourge for fishermen so they undo the intention to find fish. The Britani Sea is freaking coastal residents out. They fled to a nearby city so as not to be affected.

"Baguuussis... Baguusses.. Came already! Muehaha...... " Venn shouted in excitement.

CTAAARR!

He then throws a small lightning bolt to break the trunk of the human tree which is the chest of the Witch Maxi.

CRATAK

CRATAK

KRAAAC

The trunk was broken slowly, displaying a figure of bones that are still neatly arranged as the beginning, a human. Surprisingly, the skeleton still held a split heart that shimmered from within. The heart then floated flying towards Venn, and he caught it slowly.

Isyana doesn't understand at all. Who owes, why does he pay? Who is the Queen? In fact, the wedding has not been done. Of course Isyana does not know about the marriage of souls that have occurred. Only fairies and witches could sense the difference in which flow between someone who was not yet or was already married. The waves are different.

"Don't hate me, sweet boy. Hate your In-laws, the former King who broke his promise. For the life of his wife and son, he was willing to sell the future of his own kingdom. But the old man even betrayed! His promise to give the queen heart was not kept! I was stabbed!! The rise of the Great Witch must be delayed because of that bastard! Well, now the Queen.... Bring your heart, Muahahaaaaaa!!!"

CRAKKK!

The little dagger Venn held stuck deep into Isyana's chest. He then split it and pulled out Isyana's heart in a single pull.

"YREAAAAKKKK!!!" Pekik Isyana who then died instantly. Blood flowed profusely filled the rock that caught his body. The stream leads to the hexagon of Venn's image with spells in it. The glow then began to appear, with Isyana's still beating heart yearning for life. Venn placed the blood-soaked heart into the skull of the Great Witch Maximilian. Miraculously, the skull materialized back to its original form, a human.

Swwaaaassshh....

Deg

Deg

Deg

The Queen's heartbeat pumps the Witch's magic. Gradually, the bones turn into flesh and form the structure of the human body perfectly. Feet, hands, body to appearance, everything becomes ready. Master Maximilian has risen from his long slumber.

"Masters..... "

Venn knelt down and worshipped towards his master. The Great Witch Maximilian has been. Lightning flashes from behind clouds that are reddened by the reflection of the moon. Black fog started circulating, and all the plants he passed by would die.

"Venn.

"Yes, my Lord," said Venn, still in a position of worship.

"Let's get revenge" a cynical smile adorned his face. Venn then slid the black cloth into his naked body and put on a magician's great dress, a robe. Not to forget, the high hat is cone-shaped, with Abbys feather decoration that has just been hunted.

"Perfect, Master. Let's go,"

Master Maxi smiled cunningly. No beautiful word can be her predicate. All was all gloomy, however, the dangerous aura could not be hidden. The power of the Witch Maxi is not arbitrary. With his awakening, he could certainly relaunch his mission to rule the continent.

"Sister, our time has come...... "

The Great Witches Maxi and Venn, teleport to the Kingdom of Cordovan to seize the throne and destroy the continent.

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