Let's Train Heroine

Chapter 180: Heroine Solving Another Horror

"We should split up," Kai suggested, his voice steady. "Cover more ground that way. Maris, you're the most sensitive to its aura, so you should stay with Lucan. I will search the other side of the library."

"Let's get this over with," Lucan said,. The sooner they destroyed the Death Note, the sooner he could go back and have sleep. He didn't want to work on this thing anymore .

As they split up, Lucan and Maris moved cautiously through the maze of bookshelves, the darkness closing in around them.

"This place… it's like it's alive," Maris murmured. Her hand tightened around Lucan's arm as they passed by an old tapestry depicting scenes of the academy's past. The figures on the tapestry seemed to shift and move, their expressions twisted with fear.

"The Death Note has probably corrupted the entire area. We need to be quick."

They continued deeper into the library, the air growing colder with each step. The walls seemed to close in around them, the shadows growing longer and more menacing. Every now and then, Lucan caught glimpses of strange, ghostly figures at the edge of his vision, only to vanish when he turned his head.

Suddenly, Maris stopped, her body tensing. "It's close. I can feel it."

Lucan followed her gaze to a section of the library where the books looked older and more decrepit than the rest. The bindings were cracked, the pages yellowed with age. There, tucked between two massive tomes, was a book that emanated a dark, malevolent aura—a book that seemed to pulse with an evil life of its own.

"That's it," Maris whispered, "The Death Note."

Lucan approached the book cautiously. He reached out, hesitating only for a moment before pulling the Death Note from the shelf.

The moment his fingers touched the cover, a cold, numbing sensation shot up his arm, and a voice—dark, seductive, and filled with malice—whispered in his mind, urging him to open the book, to write down a name. Any name. The name of someone who had wronged him. The voice promised power, vengeance, and the satisfaction of seeing his enemies suffer.

"Lucan, don't!" Maris's voice cut through the darkness, pulling him back to reality. Her hand was on his arm, and he could feel the warmth of her divine power pushing away the cold. "It's trying to control you. You have to resist."

"It wasn't, I was just seeing how effective this book hypnosis is," Lucan said. "But we need to destroy this now, before it tries anything else."

Maris nodded, "We'll need to purify it. But the Death Note will fight back so he ready."

The library was eerily silent as Kai arrived, his footsteps muffled by the thick, dust-laden carpet.

"What's the situation?" Kai asked, his eyes flicking between Lucan and Maris.

"It's the Death Note," Lucan said, gripping the book tightly. "We're about to purify it, but we need to be careful. The book is resisting."

Kai nodded and readied himself, his gaze locked on the book as Maris began to chant a purification spell. The air crackled with energy, and the temperature in the library dropped even further. As Maris's incantation reached its peak, a low, rumbling growl filled the room, and the Death Note began to writhe violently.

Suddenly, a dark, malevolent spirit erupted from the book. It was a grotesque apparition, its form shifting between a monstrous visage and a swirling mass of shadow. Its eyes glowed with a sinister light, and its presence seemed to sap the warmth and light from the surroundings.

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"Prepare yourselves!" Kai shouted, drawing his weapon. Maris and Lucan exchanged a quick glance, and although they knew they could obliterate the spirit effortlessly, they chose to hold back. The library, after all, was filled with students who had no idea of their true power. Moreover using full power might destroy the library.

The spirit lunged at them with a roar, its darkness spreading like an infection. Kai was the first to engage, his weapon slicing through the spirit's shadowy form with determined strikes. The spirit recoiled but quickly reformed, its eyes blazing with fury.

Lucan and Maris fought alongside him, their movements precise and controlled. Maris's divine magic blazed with a soft, radiant light that pushed back the darkness, while Lucan's attacks were a blend of powerful physical strikes and controlled bursts of water magic. They fought in tandem, using their abilities to suppress the spirit while masking their true strength.

Despite their efforts to appear challenged, the spirit proved to be a formidable opponent. It writhed and lashed out, its attacks erratic and unpredictable. The library's ancient walls seemed to groan under the strain of the battle, books falling from shelves and dust swirling in the air.

Kai, struggling to keep up, could only watch as Lucan and Maris expertly countered the spirit's attacks. The battle was intense and grueling, but Lucan and Maris maintained their facade of exertion, allowing Kai to believe that this was a close fight.

Finally, after a prolonged struggle, Maris's spell reached its climax. A blinding light erupted from her hands, and with a final, anguished wail, the spirit was banished, its dark form dissipating into nothingness. The Death Note fell to the floor, its cover now devoid of the dark aura it once held.

Kai, panting and covered in sweat, looked at the now-innocuous book with a mixture of awe and relief. "That was… intense. I didn't realize how powerful that spirit was."

Lucan and Maris nodded, their faces showing signs of exhaustion. "We need to ensure the Death Note is fully destroyed," Lucan said, picking up the book with a grimace. "We can't risk it falling into the wrong hands again."

As they prepared to dispose of the Death Note, the library's atmosphere began to return to normal. The shadows receded, and the oppressive weight lifted.

Lucan looked at library, he thought of Death Note. Unlike anime in his world where Death Note came from Ryuk, this world Death Note came from a tragic history.

It was created centuries ago by a powerful student who sought to control death itself. He was consumed by his own ambition and malice, and the book became a vessel for his dark desires. Over the years, it has caused untold suffering, corrupting those who came into contact with it.

With the Death Note finally destroyed and the spirit vanquished, the library returned to its peaceful state.