Chapter 168: The Curse of Voices and the Shattering of the Tyrant's Dignity
The crystal courtyard had now become a spiritual battlefield where the air shimmered with a deep crimson hue. Rina stood at the center of that radiant mist, her eyes blazing like two white fires. What was occurring in this moment was not merely a battle of magic, but the time to uncover the dark pages of the Grandmother's history. The Grandmother, whose distorted body writhed within the grip of Rina and Diyari's unified light, still refused to believe that the "puppets" she once toyed with had now become the greatest threat to her life.
Rina took a slow step forward, each stride echoing like thunder against the palace walls. In a cold, dominant voice, she said: "Grandmother, you always said your words were law. With your tongue, you ruined my mother's life; with your tongue, you labeled Diyari as 'ugly'; and with your tongue, you issued thousands of execution orders. Did you think those words were just sounds that would vanish into the air? No... every word of insult you uttered has now been gathered by the universe and returned to its owner."
In that instant, Rina raised her right hand and initiated the magic of "The Curse of Voices." Suddenly, the air was filled with whispers and low murmurs. These were the Grandmother's own voices—every insult she had contemptuously hurled at her victims over decades. When the Grandmother heard those voices, her eyes widened in terror. They were not ordinary sounds; they carried a magical vibration that pierced directly into her ears and shook her brain.
"You are nothing but filthy remains..."
"No one loves you..."
"You were created only to be a slave to my experiments..."
These and hundreds of other sentences swirled like a whirlwind around the Grandmother's head. She tried to cover her ears, but Diyari's golden radiant chains bound her hands tightly to the ground. Rina caused every word emanating from the Grandmother's own voice to become a physical object. Before everyone's eyes, those words transformed into sharp, shining black needles. The needles hung in the air like rain, each carrying the weight of one of those insults.
With a flick of her finger, Rina directed the first needle at the Grandmother's tongue. The Grandmother let out a scream of agony, but the cry was choked in her throat as the needle pierced her tongue. This was not just physical pain; in 그 moment, the Grandmother felt every psychological breaking point the victim had endured while hearing that word. Without pause, Rina sent the remaining needles. Every word became a needle piercing the Grandmother's tongue. Her tongue now resembled the body of a porcupine, bristling with black needles forged from her own hatred and malice.
Diyari, watching this scene, held no mercy in his eyes. He knew this was justice. He said: "Grandmother, do you see? Your tongue, which was like a sword used to cut our hearts, has now become a cage for yourself. Every breath you take makes you taste the pain of the words you thought were free of cost." Diyari's golden blood-light caused the needles to heat up, doubling the agony for the Grandmother.
The Grandmother writhed in her own blood and tears. The old woman who could once shake an empire with a single word could now not even say "enough." Every insult she had contemptuously spat at Rina's mother now pierced her throat like poisoned blades. Rina caused the voices to grow louder and louder, until even the palace walls began to vibrate. This was "The Curse of Voices"—a magic where the silent victims gain the loudest scream.
Rina looked coldly at the Grandmother and said: "Did you think magic was only for controlling bodies? No, Grandmother. Real magic is in words. With your words, you wounded our souls, and now those words have become your executioner." Rina manifested the final and largest needle—a needle carrying all the lies the Grandmother had told about Rina's parents. This needle was so massive it overshadowed the entire courtyard.
The Grandmother felt an internal collapse. She realized this was the culmination of the "Red Vengeance." All the spells she had tested on Rina and Diyari were now rebounding upon her in a much more brutal fashion. Rina was in no hurry to kill her; she wanted the Grandmother to taste every second of the hell she had created for them. The courtyard was now filled with white and golden light, but at its center, there was only darkness—the Grandmother, suffocating under the weight of her own words.
In this part, the Grandmother's dignity was completely dismantled. She was no longer the great sorceress, but merely a cowardly old woman trembling before the truth. Rina and Diyari, hand in hand, watched this scene as if they were burning the final page of a book filled with pain. "The Curse of Voices" was not just a punishment; it was a purification of the land's air from all the insults and lies that had overshadowed it for so long. Every needle that pierced the Grandmother's tongue lightened the weight on Rina and Diyari's chests, paving the way for the first ray of true victory.
As the Grandmother looked at Rina, she saw only one thing in her eyes: a mirror reflecting all of her own ugliness. This was her greatest defeat; not death, but seeing how the "light" she had tried to smother had now become the incinerating fire of her entire existence. At the end of this chapter, the Grandmother remained in endless pain, waiting for the final blow, but Rina still had work to do. The vengeance had not yet reached its conclusion, and every remaining word had to become a dagger against the tongue that had only dripped poison.
Written by: Dlin_myth