I said with the victory's smile; I had finished within ten minutes as I had said, with my precious toy, I had only needed nine minutes and seven seconds to break the formation.
I couldn't help but feel proud of my work; it is a very difficult formation, and I had cracked it within ten minutes; I couldn't help but feel proud of myself.
Though she had broken the formation, it did not look like it. She had kept the Runes; she did not want those who are fighting to know she had broken the formation; all the fun will be gone if they come to know about it.
"Matron, you have broken the formation! Please rescue my son," Pleaded a young woman; I glanced at women who once would have become a pillar of the world with her Empire of Mist, but those idiots at Mistson broke that pillar before it could grow to its potential.
Well, no worries, she had produced such a talented son, and it did not belong to the Mistson.
"Not yet, little girl; we will only rescue him when his life truly in danger, and right now, he is holding on," I said, and no old monster objected.
The powerhouses forged in blood and steel, fighting on the edge of the death and the path he had chosen, require him to do that; the only baptism of blood will make one uneath all the potential one had.
The destructive fire is dangerous, a single wisp of it could burn that child to ashes in an instant, but it will not happen. With the formation broken, all of the use kept our senses locked on the child; the moment the child about to die, we will rescue him.
Till them, let him fight the Grimm Monster; only such battles could make him grow to his potential.
"What do you mean, you won't rescue him? Do you want my son to die!" The young woman roared for her son, and black runes begin appearing on her body; in just a moment, her whole body got covered in the cursed runes.
Mavis appeared beside her and clapped on the young women's shoulder; as she did that, the cursed runes begin to disappear into her body under the suppression of Mavis's power.
It is still a mystery how this girl had survived that battle; the curse master that attacked her was no simple Cursemaster, but she survived, she and that bastard Cursemaster.
'How much time did she have?' I asked Mavis telepathically, in her uncontrolled emotions, the curse had acted and seen how it had covered her whole body; it seemed like it had reached the dangerous stage.
'Not more than three years. This girl is quite capable, to fight off the curse cast by a student of that bastard for such a long time, but the curse had matured, and within three years, it will consume her whole,' Mavis replied, and she removed her hands from the shoulder as the young women had calmed down.
"Little girl, you don't have to worry; we will not let him die, but he had to fight till he could, only this way he will able to grow to his full potential," Mavis
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