Disaster has struck.

There were no signs.

There is no sign.

Very suddenly, the sky, which was blue and clear a second ago, was burned by the terrifying magic in an instant.

It was a hellish scene, with crimson meteors of fire appearing from the sky. There were so many of them, like an endless sea of ​​blood, dyeing the entire sky a hopeless, dark scarlet.

“Tsk, tsk—”

The skyfire hissed.

What I heard and saw was the terrifying scene of meteor showers falling from the sky.

Buildings were constantly reduced to rubble.

Countless people cried out in fear for help in the face of death.

No time to think.

Before the witch could figure out what was happening, her body took action first, like a moth attracted to a flame, and she rushed towards the fireball approaching the courtyard.

Waving the wand.

Unleash the magic.

"Water Guardian!!!"

Everything is useless.

How can a weak moth shake a fierce flame?

The water magic that had been used with all its might, even using up the wand's reserve magic power, was easily exploded and shattered by the meteor.

Krisha failed.

A total failure.

She could only watch the meteor fall, and she could do nothing!

"Bang!" A loud noise rang out, deafening.

The flames that fell from the sky brought destruction, and the gusts of wind that exploded instantly caused countless shocks. The courtyard that held countless beautiful memories collapsed and disappeared in an instant.

Even Krisa herself was blown a long distance away by the gust of wind.

It crashed, tumbled, and finally came to a stop when it hit a brick wall.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

The witch fell to the ground, her body overwhelmed by endless pain. Every bone was wailing and every muscle was torn and bleeding.

That kind of struggle and torture made the 16-year-old witch so painful that she could hardly breathe.

But.

But…

But ah but.

The pain in my body was nothing compared to the pain inside my chest, in my heart, the pain that was tearing at my sanity.

That is despair in the truest sense. Just imagining it can cause one's personality to collapse and fall apart!

"Teacher..."

In the ruins of the burning brick wall, black smoke filled the air and dust flew everywhere.

The young witch staggered to her feet.

Her eyes were still empty and her face was still expressionless, but somehow one could tell there was a hint of anxiety and panic in her expression.

She picked up the wand, which was no longer exquisite and even had a corner missing, and cast magic again.

"Wind Control Technique."

A trembling sound rang out in the silence, and the wind element enveloped Krisa again. She lifted up her injured body with difficulty and flew towards the direction of the explosion in the courtyard.

The shock wave from the previous explosion blew Krisa away for a long distance.

So she had to start over.

This road was not long, it was very short, but to the already injured Krisa, it seemed like a road to the abyss that would never end.

Burning houses, collapsed ruins, and a large number of ordinary people killed and injured.

This is all the witch saw.

It's terrible and terrifying.

She quickened her pace and flew towards the courtyard.

Suddenly, the witch felt severe pain in her body, and the release of the wind control technique was interrupted.

She fell heavily from the air and rolled several times on the ground. Not only were her clothes torn, but even her delicate skin was covered with scratches.

The face, hands, legs...anywhere with wounds looked extremely miserable.

The blurred flesh and blood was covered with sand and dust.

But the witch didn't care.

"Mentor, mentor, mentor..."

She repeated these words with a pure gaze, focusing only on the burning ruins in the distance, trying to get as close to it as possible.

Since magic doesn't work, just walk away.

If you can't even walk, then crawl over.

must.

Must see him again.

With this belief, Krisa stood up again with great difficulty. She did not bother to look for her lost wand and walked towards the courtyard with staggering steps.

The only thing on my mind is Xu Xi's safety.

No injuries, no death, no mistakes.

Even the slightest wound is not acceptable.

The girl would never allow that to happen.

Even a scum like her, even a discarded waste like her, can survive in this world, so how can that person who is as warm as the sun die like this?

ah…

Ahhhh…!

Just imagining such a thing made her heart contract violently, conveying the pain that made the girl tremble.

"Faster, faster... not fast enough..."

Krisha quickened her pace.

The sudden acceleration caused the injured body to lose balance and tumble to the ground.

But it doesn't matter, this kind of thing doesn't matter anymore.

He ignored the severe pain in his calves after falling, ignored the scratches on his cheeks caused by pebbles, and ignored the body that began to twitch unconsciously.

The witch continued to move forward.

Get up if you fall down, and get up again if you fall down again.

Finally, after skirting a large area of ​​ruined buildings, she saw the courtyard she wanted to reach.

It's not as quiet and beautiful as before.

There are no lush flowers, plants or trees.

There is no one who cares about me in my heart.

All I saw was a raging fire and dilapidated ruins without any familiar memories. Even the sturdiest meditation room inside was shattered.

Flames surged and smoke radiated high into the sky, and a scorching hot wind blew in our faces, drying our faces.

Dead silence.

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Nothing left.

Yes, nothing.

“Plop—”

It was as if all the strength in my body was drained away in an instant.

Krisa suddenly stopped moving forward, and fell to her knees with her legs paralyzed. She stared at the ruins in the distance. The rising firelight was reflected on her face, hot and cold.

Her eyes remained calm.

Because she is a witch who doesn't know joy or sorrow and has no emotions.

However, inside that beautiful and fragile body, inside that lonely and shrinking soul, is there really no emotion at all?

Krisha doesn’t know.

Because the only person who could give an answer, the only person who could give the witch courage, the sun, is no longer visible.

Ah, why is this...

The young witch knelt on the spot, staring at the blazing courtyard with her eyes that were even emptier and duller, trying to find the answer from the raging sea of ​​fire.

Why is it that the owner is dead, but she, as his "personal property", is still alive?

Why couldn't she be faster and try harder to block that fireball.

Why can't the dead person be replaced by her?

Why is this happening?

Without their owners, objects have no reason to exist; without the sun, the witch has no future; without that warm gaze, Krisha cannot move forward.

Her being and her soul only survive because of that person's existence.

If that person no longer exists, even if the witch survives, her life will be meaningless.

"..."

The witch trembled and stretched out her hand, covering her chest.

Feeling the pain that is about to burst out.

original.

So does she.

Will feel sad.