The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Deep in the dark forest, the moonlight cast mottled shadows through the treetops. Gerlin retracted his bow and arrow and slowly approached Thorild who was nailed to the ground. A satisfied smile appeared on his face, even though the oppressed Thorild was pale and desperate.

"Do you really think I will let you go, Thorild?" Gerlin's voice was still harsh, piercing the silent air.

"You can't do this, Gerlin!" Thorild used all his strength to raise his head with difficulty. Although his arms were unable to move, he still tried to fight him, anger and fear intertwined. "I will tell you that this is wrong. This method will only make you more depraved!"

"Fallen?" Gerlin sneered and tightened his grip on the bowstring. "I have been lingering on the edge of depravity for too long, Thorild. You don't know what Brigitte means to me. Perhaps only her death can bring me back to the right path."

The female apprentice who harmed Brigitte, named Aidier, was standing nearby, her heart filled with fear and despair. Her legs were shaking, and the knife in her hand was shaky, as if it might fall at any time.

"Gerlin, you can't let her kill Thorild!" Aidil finally mustered up the courage, his voice trembling but with a hint of determination, "This is not a solution to the problem! We can find other ways..."

"Any other options?" Gerlin interrupted her, his eyes flashing with madness. "If you don't do it, I will make you regret it. Torild is a dangerous opponent, and he will always hinder my revenge!"

"But..." Aidier's voice became smaller and smaller. She looked into Torild's eyes, and an indescribable guilt surged in her heart. She knew that she played an indelible role in this conspiracy.

"You want him to live?" Gerlin approached Aidil with a fierce look on his face. "Then you should know that the arrows in my hand are never only aimed at Thorild. My anger will bury you. Now, choose your side!"

Aidil opened her eyes wide, and a wave of fear came over her instantly. She swallowed hard, and the struggle and resistance deep in her soul made it hard for her to breathe. She looked at Thorild, and his eyes reflected a kind of silent sadness.

"I can't..." She whispered again, tears rolling down her cheeks. She took a deep breath, almost using up all her courage. "I won't let you control my hand. I would rather choose to destroy myself than hurt him!"

"Humph, it seems you still have some backbone." A hint of surprise flashed in Gerlin's eyes, but he soon smiled coldly, "But this can't change your fate. Either kill Thorild, or pay the price for your hesitation."

Torild sensed a glimmer of hope at this moment, and his voice was weak but firm: "Aidil, don't listen to him. This struggle is not for you to participate in. We are all being manipulated in this game of power, and you don't have to become Gerlin's tool."

"But I... I have made too many wrong choices." Aider clenched his teeth, his heart aching.

"Everyone makes mistakes, but choices can correct them." Torild's eyes were like the faint moonlight, revealing a glimmer of hope. "You always have a chance to do the right thing, Edir. Killing me will only hurt more people. You have to believe that you have the ability to change everything."

Gerlin lost his patience and roared, "Stop, Aidil! You are the only one who controls your destiny! It's time to make a choice!" He raised his bow and arrow, and the dark shadow enveloped the two people in front of him even more deeply.

"I refuse to be forced." Aidil slowly stood up, tears on his face, but his expression was resolute. "If killing Thorild can give you the pleasure of revenge, then let me bear the responsibility for that mistake."

"No!" Thorild tried his best to endure the pain in his body, but it was no use.

At this moment, Aidil gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands and looked at Gerlin firmly, "I won't let you continue to control me, nor will I let you hurt him." She turned suddenly, and the blade cut through the air and flew towards Torild.

Gerlin was horrified, with a hint of panic in his eyes, but he was unwilling to fail like this, and shot an arrow at Aidil.

"Get out of the way!" Torild's eyes fixed. Although he couldn't move, he relied on his determination and vowed to protect this conflicted girl.

"Ugh..." Aidil couldn't bear to turn her head, but the knife really stabbed into Torid's heart. At the same time, Gerlin's arrow also hit Aidil's back, knocking her down instantly, and a silent cry cut through the night sky.

"Why..." Torild lost his voice, anger and despair intertwined, his eyes were full of disbelief and shock.

"I'm sorry... I can't go back..." Adil's weak voice seemed to gradually fade away, but her eyes revealed a hint of relief. Despite the pain, she seemed to have found her belonging.

"Aidil!" Torild's voice was torn apart by anger and pain. The girl in front of him slowly fell down, and her blood soaked the soil underground and turned into an obscure curse.

Gerlin was stunned by this scene. He lost his mind, the bow and arrow in his hand fell to the ground, his eyes filled with madness and surprise. "No, I don't want this ending!" He screamed, like a wild animal out of control, and the raging waves in his heart swept everything in an instant.

"You...what kind of person are you..." Torild's throat was dry. He lowered his head to look at Aidil who was no longer able to resist, feeling an endless heaviness in his heart.