Reincarnated in an Otome game named "Intertwined fates" as a villainess.

Chapter 53 - Whispers of the Abyss.

The sky, once brightened by the healing light of the ancient tree, dimmed again under the weight of The Collector's presence.

Adonis's hands twitched at her sides. Magic coiled within her like a tempest. She had fought darkness before—but this was different. This figure... radiated malice unlike anything she had ever sensed.

"You dare show yourself here?" Lucas's voice was ice-sharp, mana crackling around him. A blast of wind and golden glyphs formed behind him, ready to strike.

The Collector chuckled, deep and hollow. "A magician wielding borrowed might... and a girl who doesn't yet know who she really is. How quaint."

Adonis stepped forward, her turquoise eyes gleaming with defiance. "If you came for a fight, then stop talking and start something."

The air shimmered.

In a blink, shadows writhed up from the forest floor, slithering like serpents toward Adonis's feet. She raised her arm—and a brilliant flash of golden Creation magic burst forth, vaporizing the tendrils before they could reach her.

But more kept coming.

Lucas launched a counterstrike, a vortex of wind and shadow colliding with The Collector's darkness, exploding into a maelstrom of shrieking light and smoke. Trees groaned. The ground cracked.

"Adonis—don't let him touch you!" Lucas shouted. "He's trying to brand you with a Soul Mark!"

Adonis's breath caught. A Soul Mark—the very thing villains in ancient war tales used to control divine entities. She couldn't let that happen.

Drawing her mana inward, she summoned her second element—Destruction. Violet runes swirled around her arm as she flung a burst of energy directly at The Collector. It struck the ground in front of him, forcing him back.

"Interesting..." he murmured, emerging from the smoke untouched. "So the awakening has already begun. No matter. The next phase has been set in motion."

Then, before they could respond, the shadows around him thickened—twisting and coiling like a cloak—and he vanished into the mist with a whisper:

"See you at the edge of fate, chosen one."

Silence fell.

The wind died. The forest grew still.

Adonis stumbled back a step, heart pounding. Lucas caught her.

"You alright?" he asked, worry etched across his usually calm face.

"Yeah..." she whispered. "But that thing—The Collector—he knew something about me. About the prophecy."

Lucas nodded. "I know. And we can't ignore it anymore."

He reached into his cloak and pulled out an object—a small obsidian orb, faintly glowing from within.

"What's that?" she asked.

Lucas hesitated. "It's something the Tower kept hidden for decades. A relic tied to the original prophecy—one that only activates in the presence of the prophesied child. It lit up when you healed the forest."

Adonis stared at the orb, the truth heavy on her chest. "So... it's really me."

Lucas nodded. "And now, they'll all come for you. The light and the dark."

Adonis clenched her fists. "Then let them come."

She turned to the forest, her phoenix Felicity soaring down to perch beside her.