The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Chapter 179: Once Again, Futile

Amberine nodded, focusing all her will on Ifrit's power. She felt the flames within her intensify, growing hotter and more ferocious than ever before. The fire in her hands blazed with a white-hot intensity, and the heat radiating from her was nearly unbearable. The chamber itself seemed to warp and twist in response to the overwhelming heat.

"Elara, Maris, brace yourselves!" Amberine warned, her voice filled with the intensity of the flames she was channeling. "We're going to overload this thing!"

Elara and Maris exchanged a quick glance, their faces pale but determined. They nodded, steeling themselves for what was to come. Amberine could feel the air around them grow heavy with anticipation as the crystal continued to absorb their magic.

Then, with a cry of determination, Amberine unleashed the full fury of Ifrit's flames. The fire roared to life, a torrent of white-hot energy that surged toward the crystal like a tidal wave. The flames engulfed the crystal, their heat so intense that the very air around them shimmered and distorted.

The crystal absorbed the fire, its dark light growing even brighter, but there was something different this time. The crystal began to tremble, its surface cracking under the strain of containing so much power. The dark light flickered, and the vortex of magic surrounding the crystal grew erratic, the energy within it spiraling out of control.

Elara, seeing the change, poured even more of her icy magic into the attack. The cold energy clashed with the heat of Amberine's fire, creating a violent storm of conflicting elements that battered the crystal from all sides. Maris, though exhausted, added the last of her strength to the mix, her light magic piercing through the dark aura that surrounded the crystal.

The chamber shook violently, the walls crumbling as the crystal's stability wavered. The cracks in its surface deepened, and the dark light within it began to pulse erratically, as if struggling to maintain its form.

"We're doing it!" Maris shouted, her voice filled with a mixture of hope and desperation. "It's going to break!"

But just as the crystal seemed on the verge of shattering, a massive shockwave erupted from it, sending Amberine, Elara, and Maris flying backward. The force of the blast was immense, slamming them into the walls of the chamber with bone-jarring impact. Amberine's vision blurred, and for a moment, she thought she might lose consciousness.

But she couldn't afford to give in. With a groan, she forced herself to her feet, her body aching from the impact. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision, and when she finally managed to focus, what she saw made her blood run cold.

The crystal was still intact, but it was no longer absorbing their magic. Instead, it was glowing with an ominous, pulsating light, the cracks in its surface widening with each pulse. The vortex of magic around it had become a violent storm, tearing through the chamber with a ferocity that threatened to rip the entire tower apart.

Elara and Maris were already on their feet, their expressions filled with horror as they realized what was happening.

"It's going to explode," Elara whispered, her voice filled with dread. "We pushed it too far—it's going to take the whole tower with it!"

Amberine's heart raced as she stared at the crystal, its pulsating light growing brighter and more unstable by the second. If the crystal exploded, the resulting blast would obliterate everything in its path—the tower, the city, and everyone within it.

But as the crystal reached its critical point, something unexpected happened. The pulsing light within it seemed to waver, as if struggling to maintain its form. The storm of magic around it slowed, the energy within it beginning to collapse inward rather than outward.

Amberine could hardly believe what she was seeing. The crystal wasn't going to explode—it was imploding.

"Elara, Maris, get back!" Amberine shouted, grabbing their arms and pulling them away from the crystal. "It's collapsing in on itself!"

They scrambled to the far side of the chamber, taking cover behind a large stone pillar as the crystal's light intensified. The vortex of magic continued to shrink, drawing everything around it into its collapsing core.

Amberine, Elara, and Maris huddled together, their eyes wide with fear as they watched the crystal's final moments. The light grew blinding, the rumbling so loud it drowned out all other sound. Amberine could feel the intense heat of the collapsing magic, the air around them crackling with energy.

Then, with a deafening roar, the crystal imploded. The light vanished in an instant, leaving behind a void of darkness so absolute it seemed to swallow everything in the chamber. The shockwave that followed was massive, but instead of being thrown backward, Amberine felt herself being pulled forward, as if the very air was being sucked into the void left by the crystal's collapse.

The force of the pull was too much to resist. Amberine felt herself being dragged toward the void, her grip on Elara and Maris slipping as they were all pulled toward the center of the chamber. The darkness was overwhelming, and Amberine could feel the cold grip of fear tightening around her heart.

But just as they were about to be consumed by the void, the pull suddenly stopped. The darkness receded, and the chamber was filled with an eerie silence. Amberine, Elara, and Maris collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath as they tried to process what had just happened.

When Amberine finally managed to lift her head, she saw that the crystal was gone. The mana nexus had collapsed in on itself, leaving behind nothing but an empty void where the crystal had once been. The chamber was dark and silent, the only sound the ragged breathing of the three exhausted mages.

"We… we did it," Maris whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and relief. "We actually did it."

Amberine nodded, too exhausted to speak. They had done it. They had destroyed the source of the dark magic that had corrupted the tower. But at what cost?

As they struggled to their feet, Amberine couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong. The tower was no longer shaking, but there was an oppressive weight in the air, a lingering sense of dread that refused to dissipate.

"Elara, Maris, we need to get out of here," Amberine said, her voice urgent. "Whatever happens next, we need to be ready." Explore more adventures at M V L

The two nodded, and with what little strength they had left, they began to make their way back through the passageway. But as they reached the entrance, they were met with a sight that made their blood run cold.

Standing in the doorway, blocking their only escape route, was Professor Ciril. His eyes were glowing with an unnatural light, his expression twisted into a cruel smile.

"You think you've won?" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "You've only delayed the inevitable. The Demon King's Castle will rise, and you will all perish."

Professor Ciril's twisted smile widened as he reached into his robes and pulled out another crystal, identical to the one that had just imploded. The sight of it sent a wave of horror crashing over Amberine, Elara, and Maris. They had given everything to destroy the first crystal, and now, in a cruel twist of fate, Ciril held another in his hand.

"No…" Amberine breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as her heart pounded in her chest. She could feel Ifrit's flames flickering weakly within her, but she knew they had nothing left to fight with.

Ciril chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. "Oh yes, dear students. Did you really think we would rely on just one crystal? The process of dungeonification is far too important to be left to chance." He held the crystal up, the dark light within it pulsating ominously. "This crystal will complete what the first one started."

With a fluid motion, Ciril placed the crystal in the exact spot where the first had been, and immediately, the air around them began to hum with renewed energy. The mana in the chamber stabilized, and the oppressive weight of dark magic returned, even stronger than before.

The very walls of the tower seemed to resonate with the crystal's power, as if the structure itself was alive and feeding off the energy.

Amberine could only watch in despair as the vortex of magic reformed around the crystal, the dungeonification process resuming with terrifying speed. The hope that had flared briefly in her heart was snuffed out, replaced by a cold, suffocating dread.

Professor Ciril's voice cut through the air like a blade. "You see, your efforts were in vain. The Demon King's Castle will rise, and this tower will be its foundation. But before that happens…" He paused, his smile growing even more sinister. "Amberine, how about joining us? You've shown remarkable power and potential.

Why waste it fighting a losing battle?"