Summoning every last ounce of strength, I forced myself upright, leaning heavily on the railing for support. With each movement sending waves of agony coursing through me, I steeled my resolve, determined to complete my task before time ran out. Fueled by sheer determination and a fierce will to survive, I pushed forward, every step a testament to the indomitable spirit that burned within me.
With determination etched on my face, I forged my path through the throng, enduring blows and smacks with a stoic resolve. At last, I found myself astride the creature once more, its rough hide beneath me a familiar comfort.
Methodically, I worked through the strings in reverse order, each pluck sending a surge of hope through my veins. Then, amidst the chaos and pain, the sweet sound I longed for—string 27.
Disengaging from the creature, I sprinted back to my tab, my vision awash with red from the relentless flow of blood. With trembling hands, I carefully secured the string in its designated place, the crimson stains on the tab bearing witness to my unwavering determination.
As I stood there, my heart pounding, I knew that the journey was far from over. Yet, in that moment, I felt a flicker of triumph. The road had been treacherous, but I had faced it head-on, refusing to yield to the darkness that threatened to engulf me. Victory beckoned, and I was ready to seize it with all my might.
With just four strings remaining before the creature turned its attention back to me, I wasted no time in springing into action. Racing after the demon, I sought out the assistance of the individual who had already claimed a perch atop the creature.
Summoning every ounce of agility and determination, I leapt onto the demon's back once more, the memory of the sounds from the lower strings guiding my every move. With precision born of necessity, I tested the strings against the mesh, identifying the distinct tones of string 14 and string 19.
With a sense of urgency, I dashed back to my tab, the rhythm of my heart matching the pace of my steps. Carefully, I arranged the strings according to their designated positions, the anticipation of success mingling with the exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm me.
As I stood there, surveying my handiwork, I knew that time was of the essence. With each string placed, I drew one step closer to victory, my determination unyielding in the face of adversity.
Despite the fatigue threatening to engulf me and the relentless loss of blood, a flicker of determination ignited within me as I summoned the strength to press on. With only two strings remaining, their higher notes signaling their presence, I knew that victory lay within reach.
Summoning the last vestiges of my energy, I made my way to the demon once more, finding myself alongside a girl who had also claimed a perch atop the creature. Ignoring the discomfort of landing in her lap, I focused solely on the task at hand.
With a steadfast resolve, I began testing the remaining strings, one by one backwards, with the girl's unwanted assistance. Despite her attempts to dislodge me, I remained steadfast, my determination unyielding.
Finally, as if guided by fate, I identified the distinct tones of string 20 and string 24.
As I leapt down from the demon's back with a jolt of force, compounded by the girl's pushing and my own weary body's inability to muster the energy to jump properly, I stumbled towards the tab. With trembling hands, I arranged the final string beside its corresponding number, my heart pounding with uncertainty.
Doubt gnawed at me—what if I had made a mistake? Should I take the time to recheck? But before I could act on these thoughts, the air was rent with a deafening screech, accompanied by cries and the sickening sound of carnage.
My eyes snapped open, only to witness the horrifying spectacle of the demon devouring a hapless victim, blood flowing like a river. With a surge of revulsion and terror, I abandoned any notion of double-checking and hastily pressed the buzzer, my only thought was to escape the nightmarish scene unfolding before me.
As I fled towards the door, my legs gave way beneath me, and I collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
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Enchanted University of Magemenos
Mystery / ThrillerAlysa is about to turn 19, she will have to step into the Enchanted University of Magemenos, where she will have to face the parallel world. Generally, humans aren't called to this university, but what's so special about her? (you will get to know...
