Tale

The crackling of a campfire provided a soothing background to the otherwise quiet night. Mike and Seraphina sat across from one another, the orange glow of the flames dancing across their faces. Though they had escaped the dangers of the jungle, the weight of the night's events still hung heavy in the air.

Mike leaned back against a fallen log, his Wakizashi resting nearby, still carrying faint traces of Hellfire that had helped break Seraphina's curse. He looked over at her, curiosity gnawing at him. This woman, once a fearsome cursed beast, now appeared so fragile, yet there was an undeniable strength within her.

Seraphina, wrapped in a cloak that Mike had lent her, stared into the fire. The light flickered in her deep blue eyes, which reflected a lifetime of pain and memories. Mike knew she had a story to tell, one likely filled with sorrow and hardship, and he wasn't about to push her before she was ready. But after a long silence, Seraphina finally spoke.

"I owe you more than just my life," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of weariness. "You freed me from a curse that has bound me for over a century."

Mike raised an eyebrow. "A century? That's... a long time to be trapped in that form."

She nodded slowly. "I've lost count of the years. Time became meaningless after so long. But I was once... just like you. An adventurer. Seeking out danger, trying to make a difference in the world. My village, long ago, was attacked by dark sorcerers who wielded forbidden magic. My family... they were killed before my eyes."

Her voice trembled for a moment, and she took a deep breath before continuing.

"I was young, brash, and filled with hatred. I wanted revenge. So, I pursued the sorcerers across lands, hoping to destroy them. But I was arrogant, and I underestimated the dark forces they had mastered. When I finally confronted them, I was struck down... but they didn't kill me. No, they had something worse in mind. They cursed me, bound my soul to that monstrous form. For them, it was a punishment worse than death."

Seraphina's hands trembled slightly as she recalled the horrific events. "They told me that I would roam the wilderness, my mind twisted and my humanity lost, until someone strong enough to break the curse would come. But no one ever came. I wandered through endless forests, mountains, and wastelands. All I knew was hunger and darkness. And with each passing year, I forgot more of who I was."

Mike watched her closely, sensing the weight of her grief. "That sounds like... hell," he said quietly.

"It was," Seraphina replied. "For so long, I believed I was beyond saving. I had accepted that I would remain trapped forever, doomed to live as a beast until the end of time. But then... you appeared. I don't know how, but you broke through the curse with that power of yours. You reminded me of my humanity."

Mike scratched his head, feeling a bit awkward at her gratitude. "I didn't really do anything special," he muttered. "Just used my sword and some Hellfire. Honestly, I didn't even know I could break curses until it happened."

Seraphina smiled faintly, her eyes softening as she regarded him. "You may not realize it, but you did more than just use a sword. You saved me from an eternal nightmare. You restored something I thought was lost forever. For that, I can never thank you enough."

Mike shifted uncomfortably, not used to being praised for anything, let alone something so profound. "I was just doing what I could," he said with a shrug. "No one deserves to be trapped like that."

Seraphina nodded. "Still, you've given me a second chance. I can finally live again, though the world I once knew is gone. My village, my family, everything has been lost to time."

Mike understood the feeling of losing everything. He had been a loser in his past life, stuck in a rut of despair, but now he had found purpose as a vigilante. Perhaps Seraphina could find a new path as well.

"So... what now?" Mike asked, breaking the silence. "Do you have any plans? I mean, after everything you've been through, what's next?"

Seraphina looked up at the stars, her expression thoughtful. "I don't know," she admitted. "For so long, all I knew was the curse and the hatred it fueled. Now that I'm free, I'm not sure what my purpose is. But... I want to find it. I want to make sure that the evil that did this to me can't hurt anyone else. Perhaps... I can start by helping you."

Mike blinked, caught off guard. "Me? I don't think I'm someone who needs help. I'm just... figuring things out as I go."

Seraphina smiled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I can tell. But I see potential in you, Mike. You have strength, but you're also a bit reckless. Maybe I can teach you some things about combat, about controlling your power. In return, you can help me adjust to this new world. It's been so long... I need to relearn how to live."

Mike considered her words, realizing that her offer made sense. She had a wealth of experience and knowledge that could help him become a better fighter. And besides, he couldn't just leave her on her own after everything she'd been through.

"Alright," Mike said with a grin. "We'll help each other out. I could definitely use some pointers on not getting myself killed."

Seraphina chuckled softly. "It's a deal then."

The two sat in comfortable silence for a while, the crackling fire providing a peaceful backdrop to their unspoken agreement. The night around them was calm, the jungle that had once been so threatening now seeming almost serene. For the first time in what felt like forever, Mike and Seraphina both had something to look forward to—a future not bound by curses or regret, but by possibility.

As the fire slowly began to die down, Seraphina looked at Mike with a newfound determination in her eyes. "Tomorrow, we start training. You have power, but if you want to survive what's coming, you'll need to master it."

Mike smirked. "I'm ready for anything."

Seraphina nodded, her gaze steady. "Good. Because the darkness that cursed me is still out there. And one day, maybe they can come for you."

Mike's eyes narrowed, and for the first time, he felt a surge of excitement. This wasn't just about survival anymore. It was about preparing for something greater. Something worth fighting for.

'I wonder who could cast such a terrible curse on such a beautiful woman," Mike murmured to himself.

Suddenly, the system responded,

[ The Owners of Heaven's Blessing ]

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