System Mania!-Chapter 45 Puppet Master

45 Puppet Master

Under the moonlit canvas, the night seemed to have its secrets.

Aurora's pulse quickened as she connected the dark dots, forming a twisted narrative.

She didn't have a moment to lose.

Adrenaline surged through her muscles, propelling her toward the shelter's entrance with an urgency that matched the gravity of her discovery.

Meanwhile, outside, Korig and Tara ambled beneath the starlit sky.

The night wove an enchanting aura, amplifying Tara's hesitant words as she expressed her admiration for Korig's strength.

"I've always admired your strength, Korig," Tara whispered, her voice barely above a breath, eyes gleaming with a dangerous allure.

"It's... captivating."

Korig, somewhat taken aback, managed a cautious smile, his instincts sending subtle alarms through his senses.

"Always?... Well strength is necessary in these times, Tara."

"We all have to find it within ourselves."

Her steps drew her closer to him, and Korig could feel a peculiar tension in the air.

"You're more than just strong, Korig."

"You're a protector. A guardian."

He shifted uncomfortably, the praise a trap he could sense but struggled to evade.

"We're all here to protect each other, Tara."

"It's a shared responsibility."

Gently guiding him to a tree, she leaned against it, her eyes fixed on his.

"But you, Korig, you're different."

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"A strength that can be... intimate."

Korig's heart raced; he was well aware of the implications in her words.

His muscles tensed, sensing the subtle danger in this scenario.

"We should just get over with this and head back. The others might need us."

Ignoring his statement, Tara let her hair cascade, shimmering under the moonlight's embrace.

"Don't you feel it, Korig? The pull of the night, the secrets it holds."

Her words had an alluring and hypnotising effect to it. It forbid Korig to think properly.

His mind was slowly blanking out, her face seemed to grow more and more alluring to him. Tara slowly pulled Korig closer, her hand behind his nape. Their faces got dangerously close, their lips just centimetres away.

But just then...

Aurora's voice, sharp and urgent, rent the night.

"Korig!"

Both turned abruptly, startled by the interruption.

Korig, his senses awakened by Aurora's call, now felt a disconcerting realization in his gut.

"Aurora?" he stammered, the bewitching spell momentarily broken.

Aurora's voice cleaved through the night, laying bare the grim truth.

"It's her!"

"Tara is the puppet master!"

Korig was paralyzed, caught in the whiplash of this revelation.

Before he could react, before he could fully comprehend the extent of this betrayal, Tara, fueled by adrenaline and her dark secret exposed, pulled him closer with startling strength and kissed him.

Aurora's heart sank as she witnessed the scene unravel before her.

The tendrils of manipulation had entwined not only Korig but the very fabric of their fragile community.

The world spiraled into a tempest of confusion and danger.

Aurora's mind raced, formulating a plan, trying to fathom the reality they were thrust into.

The stakes had never been higher, and the night concealed more secrets than they could have fathomed.

Tara's grip tightened on Korig, her face contorted with a blend of anger and fear at being exposed.

Her tongue lashed inside his mouth, it pulled and sucked his tongue. Her teeth clamped down Korig's lips, blood slowly oozed from the pressure. Korig tried to pull back, but Tara seemed to have insane strength which clamped his body to hers just like his lips were between hers. The survivors inside remained blissfully ignorant of the drama playing out just beyond the entrance.

The weight of responsibility bore down heavily on Aurora's shoulders.

A battle, not just against goblins but against the darkness within humanity, loomed on the horizon.

..

Aurora's heart pounded, a cacophony of fear and determination echoing through her as she surged towards them.

Every sinew in her body was charged with a singular purpose, to disrupt the dark ritual that was about to unfold.

She had to save Korig.

As she sprinted, her voice tore through the night, "Korig!"

But just as she propelled herself into the air to execute a jump kick aimed at Tara, her foot was suddenly caught in an iron grip.

It was Korig's hand, clamping down on her ankle with a strength that felt otherworldly.

Her eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and horror.

He pushed her away, a force that left her sprawling on the ground. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝓌ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝘷ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Tara, now released from Korig's grip, turned her attention towards Aurora, her eyes dancing with a perverse satisfaction.

The reality had shifted in a blink, a surreal twist in this macabre tale.

Aurora staggered to her feet, her mind racing to grasp the magnitude of this betrayal.

Korig, her ally, now stood under the sinister influence of the puppet master.

Anguish mingled with disbelief, but she couldn't afford to falter.

Tara's face bore an arrogant, malevolent smile, reveling in the chaos she had sown.

Aurora, her anger boiling over, shouted at Tara, "What have you done to him?"

"You won't get away with this!"

The odds had tilted drastically against them.

Korig, once a stalwart companion, now wore a mask of hostility, his loyalty enslaved by the puppet master's malefic dance.

Aurora needed a plan, a strategy to break this dark spell and free her comrade.

She scanned her surroundings, her mind racing through the possibilities.

The shelter loomed nearby, a potential haven, but Tara had disrupted the sanctuary's sanctity.

Their group, oblivious to the unfolding drama, remained inside.

Aurora knew she had to act swiftly and decisively.

She needed to find a way to snap Korig out of this influence.

The memory of their shared battles, their camaraderie, fueled her resolve.

This wasn't how it was supposed to end.

With a deep breath, she assessed her resources.

The flickering firelight nearby inside the shelter caught her eye, a glint of inspiration in the darkness.

Fire symbolic of hope and renewal might hold a key to dispel the shadows that had engulfed Korig's spirit.

Tara took a step forward, tauntingly, enjoying Aurora's struggle.

"Korig is mine now."

Aurora clenched her fists, rallying her resolve.

"No one is beyond redemption."

In a swift movement, she grabbed a log from the ground, nails stuck at its end. It was one of the weapons the Goblins left behind. She approached cautiously, knowing that this could be a double edged sword.

She had to wield it with precision.

"Korig," she implored, her voice a mix of determination and sorrow.

"Fight this darkness."

"Remember who you are!"

Korig, trapped within his own mind, a prisoner to the puppet master's will, wavered for a moment.

Aurora saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes, a battle fought beneath the surface.

"Korig, don't let this darkness consume you," she urged, holding the nail club closer but being careful not to cause harm.

"Remember our struggles, our victories together."

"You're stronger than this."

But Tara, sensing her hold over Korig slipping, hissed, "Korig, destroy her!"

"She's the real threat!"

The battle within Korig's mind raged on, a struggle between the Korig they knew and this twisted version ensnared by Tara's influence.

Aurora held the club with unwavering intent, ready to wield it as a beacon of hope in this grim night.

For the fate of their group, for the hope of reclaiming her friend, she stood firm, her eyes locked with Korig's, praying that he would find the strength to break free from this malevolent puppeteer.

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