Chapter 155
Scarlet
The sight before me left me frozen in shock and horror. My breath caught in my throat as I beheld Xavier, but it wasn't the man I knew and loved. He was a mere puppet, a hollow shell of his former self, controlled by the chains of my dark magic. The black chains wrapped tightly around his torso, arms, and hands, pulling him forward as if he were a marionette, dancing to a sinister tune.
His once warm and loving eyes were now engulfed in darkness, his iris and sclera consumed by an endless void. His shirtless form bore scars, a cruel reminder of the torment he endured at the hands of my dark powers. My heart shattered as I realized that this was the part of Xavier entrapped in my magic, a representation of the pain and suffering I had unknowingly inflicted upon him.
