Math Is Magic Chapter 28: CHAPTER 28: Getting to Safety

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Mirac felt paralyzed, terror gripping him like a noose around his neck, suffocating every breath. His muscles were rigid, trapped in an atmosphere of palpable fear. His face, pale and marked by exhaustion, was a mask of pure horror. “P-Professor Shirkenn…?” he stammered with a trembling voice, unable to comprehend the horror unfolding before his eyes. The beating of his heart was the only sound he seemed able to perceive, pounding and unbearable. “W-What’s happeni-?” “Young Prince…” Vincent interrupted him sharply. The tone of his voice was icy, devoid of the usual uncertainty, now transformed into something sinister and dominant. Vincent's eyes glinted coldly, his gaze so frigid it sent chills down his spine. “Do you not remember what I told you a few days ago?” Mirac desperately tried to understand, but the horrifying scene before him made any rational thought impossible: his left arm lay torn a few steps away, and beyond it, the lifeless body of Edward, his entrails exposed like a canvas stained with blood. A deep nausea gripped his stomach once again, while his heart pounded with such violence that it seemed on the verge of exploding. But Mirac couldn’t say a word. It was as if his very voice had abandoned him. Vincent moved forward with measured steps, each movement calculated with an unsettling precision. His figure seemed to grow in height, becoming more menacing with each step, while, before him, Mirac remained paralyzed, trapped in a vice of terror that even prevented him from breathing. With a slow, deliberate gesture, Vincent tightened his tie, which began to stiffen unnaturally, as if the fabric were turning into steel. In an instant, the tie extended to a frightening length, almost a meter and a half. It no longer seemed like a simple accessory, but a lethal weapon, rigid and sharp like a blade. Continuing to advance, Vincent stepped without hesitation on Edward’s entrails. The squishy sound of his shoes sinking into the old gardener’s insides echoed horribly in the air. Throughout all of this, Vincent's face remained impassive, a mask of indifference with no trace of humanity. When he was in front of Mirac, paralyzed by panic, Vincent moved his arm with the speed of a striking serpent, raising the tie transformed into a blade. His voice, cold and emotionless, shattered the silence with a definitive sentence: “It’s time to end this charade!” Before Mirac could process the words, Vincent hurled the tie towards him with surprising speed. The movement was so fast that the air seemed to split, producing a sharp sound. But Mirac's primal instinct, the same one that had saved him moments earlier, awakened once more. An instant before the tie brushed against him, his body moved almost autonomously. He threw himself sideways again, to his left, landing on the white gravel with a muffled thud. He rolled onto his hand and knees, the cold of the ground sticking to his clothes and skin, but he rose again with a nearly superhuman quickness. Without wasting any time, he ran towards the forest. However, as he fled, he couldn't help but glance one last time behind him. There, where his face had been just moments before, the tie had struck the ground with terrifying violence, creating a gaping hole as though it had been hit by a giant sword. “Tsk!” Vincent huffed, irritated. “It’s pointless to run, young Prince…” His cold and calculated voice echoed through the trees, blending with the rustle of the wind. Without haste, and with a sinister smile that crept across his lips, Vincent pulled the tie from the ground with the same casual gesture as someone drawing a sword from its sheath. Mirac then brought his gaze back in front of him and continued to run desperately through the forest, each step agony. The pain gripped him, slowing his movements, while blood continued to gush from his missing arm. His breath was labored, his lungs burned, and every now and then, he had to stop to catch his breath, leaning against the trees. But he kn