Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 529

Chapter 529 118.2 - Abigail

"I know it's hard," I whispered, my voice gentle yet firm, "but you can trust me."

Abigail's shadowy form remained still, her hollow eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mixture of fear and deep, abiding sadness. The darkness around her seemed to pulse in response to my words as if testing the sincerity of my intent. I kept my movements slow and deliberate, allowing her to sense that I was not a threat.

As I closed the distance between us, I could feel the weight of her suffering pressing down on me, a heavy, oppressive force that had anchored her to this place for far too long.

"You've been trying to gather your strength, haven't you?" I said softly, my tone carrying both understanding and a quiet certainty. "All those Moonberries… they're not just ordinary plants. They're mutated, filled with vitality far beyond that of any normal crop. You were absorbing their energy, trying to grow stronger, preparing yourself for the revenge you've been denied."

The girl's form wavered slightly as if my words had struck a chord within her. I could see the faintest hint of recognition in her eyes, though she remained silent, unable—or perhaps unwilling—to speak. The sorrow and anger that had defined her existence for so long seemed to ripple through the darkness, swirling around us like a living entity.

I slowly raised my hand, palm open, allowing a faint red glow to emanate from my fingertips.

The unique red mana of the moon, the power that had become a part of me, shimmered softly in the dim light, casting an eerie yet calming glow over the darkened forest.

"This mana," I said, my voice steady, "will help you get stronger, faster. It's the energy of the moon, filled with the same vitality you've been seeking. Let me guide you."

A slight smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I watched the girl's form react to the light.

Somehow, it felt fulfilling. It was as if the fire inside me that I had somehow started to forget was being extinguished.

Similar to that at that time.

Maybe it was because of Irina, or was it for another reason, but it made me think.

'This change…It is not that bad.'

Abigail's shadowy figure seemed to hesitate as if torn between fear and curiosity.

She took a tentative step forward, her movements cautious, almost childlike in their uncertainty. The closer she got, the more I could feel the intensity of her emotions, the overwhelming desire for justice that had kept her bound to this place.

"It's okay," I murmured, my voice soft and reassuring. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm here to help you, to give you the strength you need to finally find peace."

The normally berserk red glow from my hand pulsed gently now for some reason, casting a warm light that contrasted with the cold, oppressive darkness surrounding us.

Normally, that energy would make me crave blood, but that was not the case right now.

Abigail's form continued to approach, inching closer with each passing moment. I could see the faint outline of her face more clearly now, the sorrow and pain etched into her features, but also a glimmer of hope—hope that perhaps, after all this time, she might finally be free.

She reached out toward the light, her shadowy hand trembling as it neared mine. The connection was tentative at first as if she was still unsure whether she could trust me. But as our hands met, the red mana flowed between us, a bridge of energy that seemed to fill her.

As our hands touched, the red mana flowed between us, the energy pulsing gently as it filled Abigail's form with a warmth she hadn't felt in years. With each passing second, the darkness surrounding her began to lift, replaced by the strengthening glow of the mana. Her once-transparent, featureless silhouette started to solidify, her form becoming more tangible, more real.

Her face, once hidden in the shadows, slowly revealed itself. Features that had been lost to time and pain began to emerge—delicate yet marred by the remnants of the torment she had endured. Bruises and traces of her suffering became visible on her skin, a stark reminder of the cruelty she had faced. But despite this, there was a quiet dignity in her gaze, a resilience that had kept her spirit from breaking entirely.

As her body continued to take form, hovering slightly above the ground like a ghostly apparition, I could feel the strength within her growing. The red mana coursed through her, imbuing her with the power she had long sought, the power to finally take her revenge.

Abigail's eyes, now fully formed and filled with a mix of emotions, met mine. A single tear, shimmering and ethereal, slid down her cheek, the weight of her sorrow and pain evident in that simple act. Her spirit, though strengthened, still bore the marks of her tragic past, and it was clear that her journey was far from over.

Slowly, I raised my hand and placed it on her head, the gesture tender and reassuring. My fingers passed through her ethereal form, yet it felt as though I was touching something real, something fragile and precious.

As I patted her head softly, Abigail's lips parted, and a small, almost inaudible voice emerged. "Re...ve..ge....." The word was weak, but it carried the full weight of her determination, the resolve that had kept her tethered to this world for so long.

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling with the emotions she could barely express.

There was no smile on her face, no joy in her eyes. She had lost the ability to smile long ago, her spirit too weighed down by the horrors she had endured. Instead, she looked like a sad, broken doll, a reflection of the innocence that had been stolen from her.

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I wondered. For someone who endured such horrors, could a child really do that?

'Not that it matters now.'

She was no longer here anyway.

With that thought, I met Abigail's gaze with calm resolve, understanding the burden she carried. "I just did what needed to be done," I replied softly. "Go and get what you deserve."

Abigail's form lingered for a moment longer, her eyes holding mine as if searching for some final reassurance. Then, with a slight nod, she began to fade, the red glow of the mana intensifying one last time before her spirit disappeared into the night.

The forest around me grew quiet once more, the oppressive darkness replaced by a serene stillness. The air was lighter now, as if the very land itself was relieved of the burden it had carried for so long.

I stood there for a moment, letting the silence wash over me, before turning away from the ancient tree. Abigail's spirit had found the strength she needed, and now she was free to seek the justice that had been denied to her.

As I stood there in the forest, the silence settling around me like a shroud, the soft chime of my smartwatch broke the stillness. I raised my wrist and glanced at the screen, the message from the organization appearing with a familiar, cold efficiency.