Chapter 73
Mana circles had started forming in front of him again—brighter, bigger.
He let go of the suppression on his core.
His whole body felt electric shockwaves as he convulsed. Pain ravaged every corner of his body, but he didn't let go.
He didn't let go this time.
And he completed the spell.
A large mana circle appeared in front of him, glowing so brightly it almost blinded his eyes. He gestured with his hands, and small strands of light emerged from the circle.
They started wrapping around Lyana's injured arms.
They slowly made their way toward Azek's bleeding legs and gently wrapped around them, holding them in place. Muscles started regenerating.
Lyana's eyes, which had gone past the line of sanity, didn't clear, but she felt it.
The sword movement suddenly became a lot easier.
The world burned brighter and brighter in front of her.
Her sword got faster and faster.
Mana continued dancing in front of her and following her sword.
The sword blazed.
The world became her subordinate.
She enjoyed this feeling to the fullest.
Suddenly, her arm, which had been moving with excruciating pain, became lighter.
Hmmmmm?
What's happening?
Her movements got faster.
Green mana strands surrounded her arms and continued toward her body.
Whatever. I will think about it later.
Mmm... that's right.
I need to obliterate them all.
That's the only thing I need to do.
Her eyes focused, and she raised her sword again.
Master once said to me...
My sword was like a lone fire in the middle of a snowy mountain — always blazing, refusing to go out.
She always said she liked Vivian's sword art.
A blade so sharpened, instincts so honed that you would feel pressure just in her presence.
But she only practiced for a few years, as it was mandatory for a member of the royal family, and then went to the academy while Vivian continued.
Although she hadn't neglected her training, her sword still lagged behind.
Vivian was already an aura sword master now, while she hadn't crossed that last step.
She raised her sword.
Vivian's words continued ringing in her ears.
"I personally like Princess's sword style. It is like a dancing fire—appearing captivating from afar, but it will burn you whole without leaving anything if you don't pay attention."
Hmmmmm...
Burn without leaving anything.
Mana ignited again.
Sword temperature rose.
Flames erupted.
She raised it and swung.
A firework bloomed.
Everything burned wherever it touched, obliterating black mana and leaving nothing behind.
She had completed a new mana command.
Azek looked down.
A gentle sensation coursed through his body, and the pain vanished.
His mind cleared.
Green mana veins continued healing him nonstop.
It went inside his body, repairing every pathway and reaching toward his circle, which had cracks appearing on it.
It started flowing into it.
He suddenly jolted awake.
His whole body felt rejuvenated.
His circle got completely healed and filled with mana.
But the green mana didn't go out.
Azek felt it.
He drew another wheel in front of him.
The circle got drained of mana, but green light flowed into it, filling it again.
Azek continued drawing.
Mana circles glowed in front of him, filling the platform on all sides.
He gestured.
They spun.
The platform rushed ahead.
The horde got completely crushed.
Genevieve's wind blades, which protected them from monster attacks, continued dwindling, but Azek filled the gaps rapidly.
The magic spell completely surrounded them.
When they broke through the encirclement, the sun was going down.
Its last rays illuminated the sky orange-red.
A knight on the city gate walls was looking at the horizon.
Something like a dot appeared in the distance.
He rang the routine alarm.
A mage appeared behind him after a few seconds.
He cast a spell and looked in the direction again.
The dot was getting bigger.
A red flame shot from it into the sky.
The mage's eyes widened.
He immediately cast an advanced spell.
A moving stone platform was coming toward the city.
Its speed was gradually slowing down.
There were magic circles crumbling all around it.
Five people were visible.
Two were completely unconscious.
The other three were badly wounded.
The person in front was on his knees.
His consciousness had already faded, and he maintained the platform only with willpower.
He focused and shouted.
"Princess!"
Princess Lyana Rotherham stood there with a sword in her hand, in a battle-ready stance.
But her eyes were closed.
She appeared haggard, with blood stains all over her body.
She looked like she would crumble with just wind.
Another person lay unconscious, sweating heavily.
A spell protected the remaining two.
The red flare was an emergency signal in the Knight Brigade.
He ran off the wall.
A spell shot into the air.
Several alarms started ringing.
The city gate opened after a few minutes.
Milborne family's magic knights marched out with hurried steps.
The platform was losing speed.
Two mages assigned to Solar City landed in front of it.
The mage looked at the person on his knees.
A teen with black hair.
The platform behind him was soaked in blood.
His lower body was completely covered in blood stains.
His hands were still stretched forward.
His eyes were half-closed.
He was no longer conscious.
But there was still a half-crumbling circle in front of him.
He wasn't letting go of mana.
His body maintained it through sheer will and muscle memory.
Monster body parts and black blood stains were scattered everywhere.
Proof of the bloody battle they went through to survive.
His eyes became bloodshot.
He gently wrapped mana around him and gradually lowered his hands.
"You have done a great job. Now rest easy and leave everything to us. You are safe now."
A thread of mana disrupted the spell.
The stone platform crumbled.
All of them were gently wrapped in wind mana and immediately carried toward Solar City.
The Milborne family had already made arrangements.
A communication letter was immediately sent to the royal family.
The palace lit up at midnight.
News had arrived.
Queen Seraphina collapsed.