A revolving pool of platinum water emerged in the center of Amalia Galastar's underground level. Specifically, the water sluggishly pulled out The Hair Magician who remained shaking her body from left to right, thrashing the water chain that constricted her entire limbs by extending her hair.
The pool of water dragged out The Hair Magician and slammed it to the ground, subliming the chains into nothingness. Hence, the small pool shrunk until it showed no sign of its existence, leaving Prila to gasp for air and retrieve her elongated hairs, returning them to their normal size.
"Good to see you again, my favorite Vile Hair Witch, Prila," An elegant female voice echoed through The Hair Magician, firing boiling heedfulness as she furrowed to the left and gritted her teeth.
Partying gray flashes embarked throughout the far left side of the room, unveiling the silhouette of the woman in a long dress stepping closer to her direction. The flashes dispersed into ashes when the dressed woman stepped out and revealed herself as Amalia Galastar, who stood on the top of the flying circular board and painted her warm smile.
The Hair Magician swung her hand tremoring hand to the left in an unbending frustration at glancing at Amalia Galastar, commanding the right side of her hair to spread out. Her hair even lashed onto the ground, projecting the bright pinkish portal that went brighter when it circled on its side.
"Tell where is my parent, Galastar !!?" The Hair Magician asked, widening her infuriated look at Amalia Galastar.
The Actress tapped her chin and hummed, "Your parent huh?"
"I thought we were going to solve our resentment first," Amalia Galastar taunted, scornfully smirking.
Prila grunted and shouted irritatedly, "I'm more focused on finding parents first, you scamming asshole!!"
"Now tell me where the hell you kept them!!" The Hair Magician demanded.
Amalia Galastar whistled, "Very rude, vile witch."
"I knew my aggressive act of exposing your loyal servant's identity would lead to this horrific possibility," The Hair Magician admitted, reluctantly gripping her chest. "Of course, I took the blame for having my parent in your grasp."
"Like I said before, tell me where they are!!" Prila yelled, sneaking at the right side that summoned the half-body of the jade-armored figure.
Amalia Galastar puffed and shook her head, "If you insist, I shall show it to your precious parent's current whereabouts, Vile Witch."
"Alright. Alright, it's time to reveal the main spotlight for our beloved guest, Martatoriot-OX!!" Amalia Galastar announced, snapping her fingers and rotating her fascinated grin to the far right.
High-pitch noises of the young woman whistled blare throughout the room, provoking The Hair Magician to center her anticipated eyebrows on the far right. Another flashy surprise unfolded in Prila's naked eye as the glimmering aqua-blue smoke arose from the particular spot.
She even took a glimpse of the shadowy silhouette of one old male and female separately were shackled by the chain constricting by the bulky pillar. Tremoring agitation showered her thoughts as The Hair Magician directed her finger to the portal, convincing The Thrashing Vanguard to fly out from the portal and initiate its fresh debut to Galastar's base by broadening its bladed arms.
The smoke evaporated into thin air and revealed the horrific sighting, shaking her frightened eyebrows upon The Hair Magician. She helplessly witnessed both her parent being tangled by the solidified water chains through their bodies attached to the pillars. They even continuously bleated a frantic screech, pushing their bodies to the side but no reaction occurred as the chains were too impervious for their capabilities.
"Mom, Dad!!" The Hair Magician screamed at the top of her lungs, feeling her breath suddenly become heavy.
The struggling old couples, Hona and Nogra hurriedly turned their distressed stare at their daughters, dropping tears of yearning at her. Noticing her parents spotting her whereabouts, The Hair Magician took one leap forward, heaving her grasping hand and raising her gratified eyebrows.
"My sweet Can- I meant Prila," Hona called out her daughter's name, uncontrollably raining more tears.
The Hair Magician wiped out the incoming tears and uttered an apology, "I'm so sorry… Mom…"
"And you too Dad for bringing you all into this problem," Prila finished her word, convincing Nogra to fixate on his regretful stare at his beloved daughter. "I thought distancing myself away from you all would guarantee your safety, but I was wrong."
"Daughter, my beloved daughter…" Nogra was flabbergasted and whimpered. "Don't blame all of this to you, please."
"It's my fault you decided to leave us," Nogra professed his regret. "I was too harsh on you back then."
"Because…I was so afraid to lose you," Nogra added. "Will you forgive me for what I've done to you?"
The Hair Magician showed her stunned expression at her father's confession, bowing her head and sighing warmly. She also humbly planted her smile at her father before spotting more dreadful things come to them, interrupting the tearful reunion. The comet-like object instantaneously descended as it already reached the center sport of the old couple, fueling Prila's face with aching panic,
"Thrashing Vanguard decimated that almost light-speed comet now!!" The Hair Magician shouted.
The Thrashing Vanguard spontaneously hovered and crossed its hand blades, discharging the electrocuting jade strings. Recognizing the comet-like object was in front of the old couple who slightly noticed its presence and closed their eyes in bitter acceptance, The Thrashing Vanguard hurled downward its bladed hands.
Hence, a paper-thin, yet enlarged emerald slashing wave emerged on the comet-like object's front. A single dash from the slashing wave decimated the comet object into a hundred particle pieces, roaming through its surroundings. The old couple slowly opened their frightened eyes, gasping in a little bit of disbelief at the current sighting especially when the slashing wave vanished faster than the blink of an eye.
"Our daughter…has saved us, my love!!" Hona stated, slowly freeing her impressed jaw to her husband who shed more tears before halfly smiling.
Time for relief didn't come in the old couple's favor as their daughter's cry of misery bleated throughout the room. Hona and Nogra hesitantly glanced at the screaming spot and frowned in horror at the current view with their trembling eyes. They helplessly witnessed The Hair Magician's entire body abruptly encroached by the steaming lime-green water swarm.
The watery swarm ignited the intense sting through the course of her vein as Prila uncontrollably staggered, forcing her to fall to the ground and loudening her bleat of pain. Moreover, the swarm instantly engulfed her long hair, concealing the pinkish energy from ever channeling.
The preparator of the ravenous comet, Martatoriot-OX showed his true appearance by slowly walking out from the dark spot across the hostage and rubbing his rapid-beating chest, exhaling a constant hefty breath and groaning. Behind The Loyal Servant, the duplicate, Gabriella Strinford trailed him and planted her pleasant grin at watching The Hair Magician fall into misery.
The cost of casting a curse on The Hair Magician would soon be fully brought upon Martatoriot-OX as he dropped into a duck position, roaring a contorted screech. Then, The Loyal Servant lifted his heavy neck and burst into laughter for witnessing The Thrashing Vanguard immediately vaporize, leaving only translucent smoke scattering.
Amalia Galastar clapped her hand in gratification after watching her desirable prey remain roaring an unbending bleat. She hummed before joyously announcing a high-pitched whistle, approaching The Hair Magician. A cynic look steamed through Prila's face despite the water swarm seething her twin-tail hair bit by bit, rapidly reducing the two lower halves.
Amalia Galastar peeked at The Loyal Servant and grinned, "Truly an amazing trap performance, Martatoriot-OX."
"Your trap truly helped me bring one of my biggest dreams, which is seeing Prila falling into my mercy. Thank you very much, my servant," The Actress commented, pointing her engrossed gaze toward Prila.
"None of this will happen if you are willing to let your parent die, Prila," The Actress mocked.
"Easy for…you to say, Asshole….GALASTAR!!" Prila countered frustratedly, shrieking at the top of her lungs.
"Casting your teleporting technique will be useless as the pillar was planted by the curse too," The Actress remarked, darting her chilling glare at the old couple who broadened their petrified jaws.
"Besides, they also going fall into my killing list, especially after executing you, witch," The Actress added.
The Hair Magician wailed furiously, "You cruel asshole!!"
"Like I said before….they are not part of our problem…..Galastar!!" Prila called out, triggering The Actress to swing a kick onto her jaw.
"Let them go!!,"The Hair Magician demanded
A small splash of blood dripped from The Hair Magician's lip as she was thrown aside by the kick, glancing at her elongated twin tail hairs that began to diminish. Amalia Galastar swiftly puffed a sore air from her throat and fluttered her hand, evoking the aqua-blue bubbly orb onto her palm.
"Sadly, those poor old couples shared your vile blood," Amalia Galastar clarified, expressing her chilled look at The Hair Magician.
The Actress tilted her stare to the left and muttered, "Also, I think this is the perfect moment to see yourself being depowered, witch."
The Hair Magician succumbed to the curse as her shuddering chest unleashed the rapid-growing water wave soaring upward. It ended her excruciating bleat and even the swarm of water shrouding her, resting her numbed hands on the ground. An enthralled grin glimmered through Amalia Galastar's lip, hauling her hand that reshaped the orb into a long, yet thin knife made of solidified water.
Eventually, the water wave sublimed after carrying the horde of pinkish glimmer, evoking a dying pinkish aura shielding The Hair Magician. Then, the pinkish aura also vanished from the naked eye alongside her current attire, unfolding her human identity to The Actress who broadened her excited grin. More specifically, Amalia Galastar caught a long pony tail brown hair girl with a rugged brown t-shirt and long black jeans.
"Not so beautiful as your vile counterpart," Amalia Galastar bickered, darting her incited sight toward her nemesis who slowly heaved her neck and gasped.
"Leave my daughter alone, wicked actress!" The Actress caught the shout of burning resentment from the old man, persuading her to sharpen her focus on her hostage and forming an impressed frown.
The Actress coldly sneered at Nogra expressing his infuriated stare, blowing a continuous sore breath. Even Prila heaved a frown of disbelief toward her father, shedding a line of tears on her left eye that she washed. Amalia Galastar slid the blade of her sword, blowing the chilling air.
"Take my life…instead. I'm the one who failed to convince her to live as a normal girl rather than a Superhero!!" Nogra yelled, provoking his wife to fixate her gladdened stare toward him.
"Go on, do it!!" Nogra insisted, closing his dreaded sight that pursued The Actress to take one step closer.
"Dad," Prila mentioned, shedding more rain of tears and clutching the ground with her bare hand.
The Actress cackled and commented, "Like father, like daughter loves to do a self-sacrifice for their beloved."
"What a valor courage," Amalia Galastar complimented, folding her eyes with platinum water that scanned through The Hair Magician's inside and didn't spot any sighting of the hidden object.
"Amalia Galastar, right?" Hona joined the conversation, sarcastically smirking at The Actress.
"A famous actress who often played the heroic role in most of her movies," Hona bittered, spitting to the ground and shaking her head. "It's ironic that the real person is a cruel and cold-blooded manipulator."
"If you are so suitable for your role as the newest Rakshalia, how about driving that blade to me right now?" Nogra provoked.
Amalia Galastar relaxedly giggled and clarified, "I am an actress who is flexible on playing any kind of role."
"And right now, I prefer to play as the perfect executioner," The Actress uttered harshly, thrusting the platinum nife closer to Prila's neck to initiate the precise execution.
"An execution where your telepathic friend couldn't even detect your presence too as this room is design the block a master telepath," Amalia Galastar remarked, scanning at the entire wall that dripped the sparkling silver water.
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