UNFOLD

In the dimly lit workshop, Michael hunched over a cluttered workbench. The faint glow of magical lamps cast eerie shadows on his determined face as he scribbled furiously on a parchment covered in complex symbols and equations. Beakers filled with luminescent liquids and curious alchemical apparatuses were strewn about the room.

For the past year, a relentless plague known as Spirecore had tormented the kingdom. It was a peculiar ailment, not contagious, but insidious in its own right. The condition's severity depended on an individual's mana core's capacity to handle magic. Those with weaker cores were its primary victims.

Jay entered the workshop, his brow furrowed with concern. "Any progress, Dad?" he inquired, glancing at the multitude of notes and diagrams.

Michael sighed, his shoulders slumping as he turned to his son. "It's been a year, Jay, and I'm still no closer to a cure or a preventive measure. The Spirecore is relentless. It's unlike any disease we've encountered."

Jay nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He had seen countless people suffer from Spirecore, their bodies sprouting deadly spikes as the disease took its course. The only consolation was that it wasn't contagious, but it was still a cruel affliction.

As father and son delved into their research, Jay couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. Memories from his past life on Earth began to resurface, and he found himself recalling various scientific theories and experiments he had once studied.

"Wait a minute," Jay mumbled to himself, flipping through a book he had brought from the Royal Library.

"What is it, Jay?" Michael asked, noticing his son's sudden excitement.

"I think I might have an idea," Jay said, his eyes gleaming with newfound hope. He explained to Michael the concept of atmospheric pressure, how changes in mana concentration in the air might be related to Spirecore.

Michael raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go on."

"It's a long shot, but what if we could create a device that controls the mana levels in an individual's immediate vicinity? Essentially, it would create a buffer to stabilize their core's intake of mana."

Michael's eyes widened as he processed the idea. "That's... genius, Jay! It could work."

With newfound determination, father and son began sketching out designs for this mana stabilizer. They discussed materials, enchantments, and possible energy sources. Their conversation flowed seamlessly, a testament to their shared passion for understanding and harnessing magic.

Hours turned into days as they tirelessly toiled in the workshop. Jay's Earthly knowledge and Michael's magical expertise fused into a formidable partnership. They argued, brainstormed, and experimented tirelessly.

Yet, despite their best efforts, each prototype they built yielded disappointing results. The mana stabilizers couldn't withstand the Spirecore's onslaught.

Jay sat back, frustration evident on his face. "This should work, Dad. I can't believe it's not working."

Michael wiped sweat from his brow, his expression a mix of exhaustion and determination. "We're missing something, Jay. We've tackled this from every angle. We need a breakthrough."

As days went by, they found themselves in a disheartening cycle. The plague continued to claim victims, and their once-optimistic hope began to wane.

One evening, as Jay stared at the wall of the workshop, lost in thought, it hit him like a lightning bolt.

"Wait," he whispered to himself.

"The atmosphere... we've been focused on stabilizing individual mana cores, but what if we could stabilize the atmosphere itself?"

Michael turned to his son, his eyes reflecting a glimmer of hope. "Go on, Jay."

"I mean, we've been treating this like an isolated issue, but Spirecore's roots lie in the imbalance of mana concentration in the air. What if we could create a magical device that equalizes the mana in the atmosphere, preventing the core from going haywire in the first place?"

The idea was revolutionary. It was a complete shift in perspective, addressing the problem at its source rather than its consequences. Michael and Jay embarked on a new phase of experimentation, driven by renewed enthusiasm.

Days turned into weeks, but this time, their tireless efforts bore fruit. They had a come up with a device that could subtly manipulate the surrounding mana, maintaining a balanced environment. It was a breakthrough that held the potential to prevent Spirecore entirely.

As they stood before their invention, Michael placed a hand on Jay's shoulder, pride and gratitude in his eyes. "You did it, Jay. Together, we've found a way to protect our people from this scourge."

The battle was far from over, but they had taken a crucial step toward eradicating the disease.

Amid the scribbles and sketches of their mana stabilizer designs, the sudden arrival of palace guards at the workshop's doorstep caught both Michael and Jay off guard. The metallic clinking of armor and the authoritative stance of the guards signaled that their presence bore significant weight.

The lead guard, a stern-faced veteran with a glint of reverence in his eyes for Michael, spoke with a firm tone. "Master Michael, young Jay, the King requests your immediate presence at the palace."

Michael and Jay exchanged a quick, puzzled glance. "What could the King possibly want from us at this hour?" Michael mused aloud.

With their work temporarily set aside, they followed the guards through the cobblestone streets of the kingdom, the weight of uncertainty hanging heavily upon them.

When they arrived at the grand entrance of the palace, Deryl was already waiting for them. His easy smile belied his apparent casualness, which seemed somewhat out of place considering the circumstances.

"Deryl," Michael greeted with a nod, "what's going on?"

Deryl gestured for them to enter, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and intrigue.

"Michael, you won't believe what's happened. As the kingdom's most esteemed alchemist, you've attracted quite the attention."

Their curiosity piqued, Michael and Jay exchanged curious glances before following Deryl deeper into the palace.

As they approached the designated audience chamber, Deryl continued his explanation.

"A young alchemist from the border of the Demon Continent has journeyed all the way here, drawn by the rumors of our need for a cure to the Spirecore. He's immensely talented, Michael, a prodigy in all aspects of alchemy. The kingdom's predicament has reached far and wide, and people are flocking here to help in any way they can."

As Deryl reached for the chamber's ornate door handle, an unexpected sensation washed over Jay. The symbol in his right eye began to spin violently, and he felt a sudden pressure on his body. It was as if he had glimpsed into the very fabric of time itself.

Startled, Jay focused on the door, and the scene before him shifted erratically. In one moment, the door was perfectly normal, and in the next, it was painted with gruesome streaks of crimson blood. The palace walls followed suit, alternating between states of immaculate beauty and nightmarish gore.

Jay quickly covered his right eye, attempting to shield himself from the overwhelming visions. He turned his attention to Deryl, who was nonchalantly opening the chamber door, oblivious to the strange phenomenon that had overtaken Jay.

As Jay watched, everything gradually returned to normal, the palace bathed in the warm, inviting glow of sunlight. He couldn't help but wonder if what he had just witnessed was a glimpse into a potential future or merely a troubling illusion.

As the chamber door swung open, two imposing silhouettes stood framed in its entrance, waiting to reveal their purpose.

///NEXT CHAPTER: DAMIAN///

Edited by: JJ

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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