Immortal Healer: Immortal Stonekeeper Prequel (2025) Chapter 25: Chapter 25: The Face of Hell

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Duncan waited for Hilda to fall asleep before pulling himself a seat at a desk and picking up a pen. August 5th, 1945 Hilda, By the time you see this, I will already be halfway across the world. Masao Kubo is still alive, and he still wields the Rakshashi Fan that I have so carelessly left behind time and time again. There is a chance that he might have taken my elixir of immortality, but I pray the worst has not yet come to pass. I’m sorry for keeping this from you, but I do not wish to endanger you any further. I will stop him myself. If all goes well, this letter will never see the light of day. But if it doesn’t, know that I will always cherish our friendship, and I am so very proud of how far you’ve come. Fare thee well. Ever your friend, Duncan He paused before setting the pen down quietly. A mad compulsion had come over him briefly, urging him to simply tear the letter and mind his own business. But he pushed the thought away, muttering an incantation under his breath as the paper glowed a light blue. Yes, the world may deserve most of its suffering, but it didn’t change the fact that the people Duncan cared for lived in the world. He had to do this. If not for the world, then for all those who lived in it. For Hilda, for Lucy, for every innocent life he could save. The Sorcerer finished his spell with an elegant flick of his wrist. The paper hovered in the air briefly before gradually turning invisible. Duncan’s eyes flashed golden as he felt the letter attune itself to his body. It was a highly unlikely outcome, but Duncan had enchanted the letter to materialise if his body were somehow destroyed. Normally, he wouldn’t even need to entertain that possibility, given his relative indestructibility. But given the chance that he might be fighting a maniac deriving his immortality from the same elixir he used, he was a little less than confident this time. Duncan looked at the mansion’s oak tree for the last time before snapping his fingers. A faint green light lit up the side of his face as he bowed his head slightly in respect. “Goodbye, Harvey.” He stepped into the pulsating portal. ~ ~ ~ It was slightly past dawn when The Witch’s Train finally stopped at Hiroshima’s Ghost Market. The moment Duncan stepped out of the liminal space, planes roared over him as an air raid siren howled through the air. He stood in the middle of a three-way intersection, each road blocked off by a barricade of overturned cars and crumbled masonry. Some civilians fled along the side of the barricades, while knots of people huddled under buildings. Explosions continued to thunder all around him as bomber planes pelted Hiroshima mercilessly with their fiery hailstones. The witch doctor flicked inconspicuous protective charms at as many civilians as he could while he scurried down the street. Hiroshima was probably dotted with bomb shelters, but these people wouldn’t make it in time before a bomb caught them mid-escape. He could only pray that his magic shield would last long enough for them to get to safety. Duncan flinched violently as a bomb landed a little too close, blasting him several dozen metres into a building. Rubble rained all around him as he crumpled back to the ground with the lower half of his legs missing. The witch doctor hissed, channelling a generous amount of magic into the bloodied stumps and regenerated his legs in a few seconds. Duncan growled as annoyance overtook him. Damn it all. It was time to intervene. He burst into the air with a snarl. The look on the pilot’s face was almost comical as Duncan landed on the windshield like an oversized bug. Duncan snapped his fingers, transforming the glass into sand, before single-handedly ripping the pilot out of his seat. He flung the man away carelessly before charging his palms with more magic. Duncan caught a blurry glimpse of a parachute being opened right as the plane transformed into a feather after a few more seconds. Weightlessness seized him as he tumbled through the ai