Magi; My Isekai Life

Dunya's body was placed under careful observation, surrounded by Yamraiha's protective spells and the healers' focused care. Her breathing was stable, but her condition still fragile. The dark fragments inside her continued to pulse faintly, a silent reminder of Al-Thamen's reach.

I stood silently near the entrance of the healing chamber, arms crossed, watching the flickers of light from Solomon's Wisdom fade away as Aladdin exited her inner world. He looked exhausted but determined.

"She's holding on," he said. "But if we don't do something about the fragments soon… we may lose her."

I gave a nod. "We won't let that happen."

The healers had worked tirelessly through the night. Though Dunya had stabilized, her body was still weak and the traces of black Rukh refused to fade completely. Her breathing had steadied, and her mind seemed clearer, but something dark still lingered within. Aladdin stood watch over her, eyes full of worry. Yamraiha had begun arranging magical barriers around her chamber, just in case any outburst was to occur.

I paced the halls of the palace, my mind racing. Saving Dunya was only the first step. I had diverted the path of fate for now, but the shadows of Al-Thamen wouldn't sit idle. They'd surely act soon, and we were unprepared. As if to confirm my fears, Ja'far approached quickly, a grim look on his face.

"Naberius," he said, voice tense. "Sinbad wants to speak with you. Alone."

I followed Ja'far to the war chamber where Sinbad stood alone, facing the great map of the seven seas. As the door closed behind me, the atmosphere grew heavy.

"So," Sinbad began, without turning around. "Are you going to tell me how you knew all that about Dunya? Or do I need to start assuming you're one of Al-Thamen's spies?"

Sinbad approached me, his expression unreadable. "You knew exactly what would happen. Even down to my Djinn Equip reacting to her dark fragments." His eyes narrowed. "This isn't just intuition, is it?"

His tone wasn't angry, but measured, sharp. The words stung, but I had expected them.

"I understand your suspicion," I said, standing straight. "And I don't blame you. But the truth is... I know many things I shouldn't. Because I have seen the future. Sinbad finally turned, eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

I took a deep breath. This was the moment I'd always feared, I can't tell Sinbad about my truth and the system at any cost.

"I had expirienced this same life once before in a dream. I died in that life and awoke from the dream. But It remained in my memories. And with them, I remember the history of this world... how events are meant to unfold. I knew Dunya would be used, would eventually die, and would leave behind nothing but regret. I wanted to change that."

The room was silent for a moment.

Then Sinbad chuckled.

"You sound insane, you know that?"

I smiled faintly. "I know. But even so, I've proven enough, haven't I? If I were truly a threat, would I have gone so far to save someone who was supposed to be your enemy?"

Sinbad studied me carefully. "What do you want then? What's your end goal?"

I stepped forward, my voice firm. "To stop the endeavor of Al-Thamen. To destroy Al-Thamen and prevent the tragedies I know are coming. To give everyone, not just Dunya, a chance at something better."

For a long moment, Sinbad said nothing. Then he sighed.

"You remind me of myself. Once. Before the burdens of kingship piled too high."

He walked to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Alright, Naberius. I don't trust you fully yet. But I trust your actions. That will have to do."

Just then, alarms blared through the palace. A magical siren echoed off the walls.

Ja'far burst through the door. "Sinbad! Something's happening in the harbor! A dark fog is approaching... and it's not natural."

I exchanged a glance with Sinbad. We both knew what this meant.

"Al-Thamen," I whispered.

Sinbad nodded. "Ready yourself, Naberius. It seems we'll see just how much your knowledge of fate can help us."

I clenched my fists. So it begins.

To be continued...