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Veiled Hollow : Eerie Beauty [ACT III]




What if rationality is but a veil, obscuring the existence of otherworldly entities that dwell in the shadows?

Entities that feed on our blind obedience to reason, extracting our essence until we are nothing but hollow shells of our former selves.

Could it be that by embracing irrationality, by daring to explore the unknown, we break free from their grasp and catch a glimpse of the true nature of our reality?

Consider this: What if the very concept of rationality is nothing more than a carefully crafted illusion, designed to keep us confined within the boundaries of a controlled reality?

What if our minds are mere puppets, guided by unseen hands that manipulate our thoughts, biases, and decisions?

Deep within the confines of our supposedly logical world, a malevolent force lurks, manipulating our thoughts and distorting our perceptions. It is said that rationality itself is a deceptive illusion, a mere facade to hide the sinister truth that lies beneath.

Closing the book



A gentle sigh escaped her lips as she mulled over her thoughts. “I suppose I shouldn’t let myself fret too much, but I can’t help but wonder… is he alright?”

“Did I go overboard…It can’t be right?… hehe” She chuckled faintly

Her voice carried a hint of concern, yes just a hint… although a delicate reflection of her genuine care for the person in question…

In the depths of an enigmatic realm lies a location that defies categorization. It is a shadowy place, shrouded in an ethereal mist that obscures vision and prevents sight from extending too far.

Here, darkness rules, as if determined to withhold secrets and mysteries from prying eyes. Yet, it is not a place where light meets its untimely demise; instead, it dances with the shadows, casting an otherworldly glow that adds an eerie beauty to the surroundings.

This peculiar spot exists as a junction between the realms of the living and the deceased, a thin veil separating life and death. It is a place of transition, where lost souls linger and the whispers of the departed echo through the air.

A haunting melancholy permeates the atmosphere, with a sense of longing and unfinished business hanging palpably in the air.

Amidst this enigmatic and eerie domain, perched upon a solitary hill, stands a tiny home. Its weathered exterior seems to have absorbed the essence of its surroundings, blending seamlessly with the mystique of the place.

It is a peculiar dwelling, its architecture both enchanting and unsettling, with intricate details that evoke a sense of bygone eras.

Peering through the window of the diminutive abode, one can glimpse a figure that defies expectations. A woman with vivid pink hair captivates attention, her delicate form resting on the windowsill.

Her dainty feet dangle nonchalantly, a whimsical contrast to the somber environment that surrounds her.

The woman’s gaze appears distant, lost in contemplation as she immerses herself in the boundary between two worlds.

The air crackles with a peculiar energy, a fusion of beauty and unease. The juxtaposition of the eerie ambiance with the enchanting scene before your eyes creates a haunting allure.

It is a place that holds a delicate balance between the macabre and the captivating, enticing curious souls to explore its secrets, while cautioning them of the forces that dwell within this twilight realm.

As she gazed out of the window, a yawn escaped her lips. Placing the book onto the table she proceeded to settle herself comfortably in bed.

The book was titled

{Rationality and Sentiment}

{By Seraphine Kage}



Time: A Few hours before D-DAY(Fire and Shadow)

Location: Helios Academy, Infirmary


“Are you okay, Ethan?” a concerned voice from the infirmary staff asked, worry etched on his face.

Silence filled the air as Ethan struggled to find his voice, his mind consumed by fear and anguish.

“Ethan?” the voice persisted, desperately trying to reach him.

“Eeek!” Ethan finally let out a startled cry, his body trembling with anxiety.

Concerned, the infirmary staff firmly grasped Ethan’s shoulders, assuring him that he was safe within the academy’s walls.

The nurse, attempting to alleviate his fears, offered words of reassurance, but Ethan’s panic only intensified, his eyes reflecting the horror and pain that haunted him.

“Can you tell us who did this to you?” Someone asked from the staff

Ethan, overwhelmed by his own thoughts, confessed the haunting truth about a sadistic tormentor who seemed to hold power over everyone.

But as he tried to say something

“Agh!” Ethan let out a sharp cry of pain, his body instinctively crouching down as an ache pierced his heart.

As Ethan writhed in agony, the staff members hurriedly gathered around him, attempting to offer aid and comfort. Their efforts proved futile, as the pain continued to grip Ethan’s body, escalating with each passing moment. Suddenly, a dark aura began to emanate from his mouth, slowly enveloping his entire being.

As the darkness consumed him, Ethan transformed into a grotesque creature known as the Shadow Beast. Its form was a monstrous hybrid, combining the features of various predatory animals. Its body was covered in sleek, ebony fur, its limbs were powerful and agile, and its eyes glowed with an eerie, malevolent light.

Razor-sharp fangs protruded from its snarling maw, and elongated claws adorned its massive paws. The beast exuded an aura of pure darkness and unleashed a guttural roar, shaking the surrounding area.


The staff members, frozen in fear, watched in horror as the Shadow Beast rampaged, destroying everything in its path. The creature’s attention fell upon one unfortunate staff member who found himself the target of the beast’s aggression. With lightning speed, the Shadow Beast lunged, ready to sink its deadly jaws into its prey.

However, just as the creature was about to strike,


a figure appeared behind it, moving with incredible speed and precision.

With a swift, well-practiced motion, the woman thrust her rapier into the heart of the Shadow Beast, piercing it with deadly accuracy.


The creature let out a monstrous howl of pain as its life force dwindled, and within moments, it collapsed to the ground, motionless.

“Damned demons,” the woman muttered, her voice filled with a mix of revulsion and determination. She surveyed the aftermath of the creature’s rampage, her gaze lingering on the terrified staff members and the chaos surrounding them.

The newcomer was a woman, exuding an aura of elegance and knightly demeanor. Her platinum hair flowed like a river of silver, and her eyes shone with a deep ruby hue, reflecting her disgust and rage towards the abomination before her.

As the staff members slowly regained their composure, their fear giving way to relief, they turned their attention to the woman who had saved them. Curiosity and gratitude mingled in their eyes as they approached her cautiously.

One of the staff members, who recognized her, mustered the courage to approach her and expressed their gratitude.

“Thank you, Miss Lysander,” they said, their voices filled with relief and reverence.

She nodded in acknowledgement, her expression calm and composed. However, a brief smile flickered across her face, suggesting that she appreciated the recognition.

A murmur spread through the gathered staff members, their curiosity piqued by the mention of her name. One of them spoke up, seeking clarification.

“Do you mean the renowned Lysander?” they asked, their tone filled with awe and disbelief.

“Yes, indeed,” another staff member chimed in.

“They are from the esteemed Imperial family.”

Recognition dawned on another staff member’s face, and they eagerly added,

“I believe I know her too! She is often referred to as the ‘Bane of Demons’ or Renee Lysander.”

“I believe she’s also a fourth-year student here,” someone added, their tone filled with a mix of awe and curiosity.

The revelation of her identity sent a ripple of astonishment and respect throughout the staff. They now understood that they were in the presence of a legendary figure known for their valor and dedication in combating the forces of darkness.

Epitome of Imagination

Epitome of Imagination

Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Artist: Native Language: English
[PLAYING RECORD A62] After approximately five minutes... [END] [WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY THE NEXT RECORD? Y/N] "Yes" *Sigh* "It appears that both idiots have already departed," replied an enchanting woman with crimson hair. "But where is Grey?" *LICK She moistens her lips in anticipation. "It seems I must locate you," she said alluringly. "Miss Katherine, we have discovered Mister Silverstein in this particular record. Take a look," the secretary remarked. [PLAYING RECORD A63] While she was deep in thought, her gaze fell upon the playing record. "Oh, my." "Heheheh~" "I've found you," she said as her eyes gleamed with intense crimson. Displayed on the screen was a man with distinctive yet unremarkable features—lustrous gray hair complemented by his gray eyes—manipulating a vase without any visible means, as if possessing extraordinary abilities. His name was Grey. ------------------------- This story incorporates elements such as a system, statistics, skills, litrpg, swordplay, and magic in a world that combines medieval aesthetics with advanced technology. Author's Note: This marks my first foray into writing, so I kindly request your understanding and support. This novel is also available on 'Webnovel' & Scribblehub. Note: The artwork featured here does not belong to me. If it is your creation, please inform me so proper credit can be given.


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