The witch's heart was filled with great sorrow.
Sadder than the falling leaves in autumn.
More hurtful than the last rays of the setting sun.
Although she was in the hot scene with flames surging, the witch felt a huge void in her heart and could only feel coldness and suffocation as if she was drowning.
She lost her purpose of existence and her soul.
Drowning in the ocean called despair.
Let your thoughts and reason continue to fall.
"It's all my fault... If I had come back sooner..." She said this in a broken voice, staring blankly at the still burning courtyard in the distance.
My heartstrings are broken, leaving only regret.
It hurts so much that I can't breathe, it hurts so much that I can't think.
The inner devastation completely overshadowed the physical injuries.
At this moment, Krisa wanted to cry so much, but her eyes were still empty and lifeless, without a trace of moisture.
The enormous grief was completely trapped in her chest, repeatedly torturing her heart, causing weakness and numbness to spread to her limbs, and finally causing her to fall into endless self-blame.
"Why...I..."
"I can't even shed tears for my mentor..."
"I am such an incompetent person, how can I be worthy of living?"
The 16-year-old Krisa knelt on the ground with lifeless eyes.
His pupils trembled, and a look of pain flashed across his eyes.
She hugged her head and banged it against the hard ground again and again, hating her emotionally flawed body more than ever.
One, two, three, four...
The witch continued to hit him, seemingly feeling no pain.
Or maybe she deliberately tortured herself in this way to replace her tears of sorrow and dilute the self-blame and collapse in her heart.
But it is useless.
No matter what you do, the only person who matters to you will never come back.
When she realized this, Krisa stopped banging her head. Blood dripped from her forehead, flowing over the corners of her eyes, her cheeks, and the wings of her nose.
Finally it converges at the chin.
It was like blood-colored tears, slowly dripping onto the ground.
Finally, the despair overwhelmed the personality called "Krisha", and her light golden eyes turned dark.
That is not a description of a mental state, but a realism in a physical sense.
The light golden eyes turned black from the inside out, like a black hole that swallowed everything, swallowing up the original golden color, as well as the girl's thoughts and mind.
Just disappear like this, just be silent like this.
It doesn't matter anymore...
A world without a mentor is meaningless...
The girl thought like this in a sluggish manner, remaining kneeling without moving, even if the fire spread towards her, she remained unmoved.
One could even say that he was expecting the flames to engulf her.
But at this moment.
A hand appeared.
Separate yourself from the approaching scorching flames.
A large and warm hand appeared in front of the girl like a miracle, and without caring about the filth and ugliness, it lifted up the desperate Krisa.
Along with it, there is an extremely familiar sound.
"What's wrong, Krisa?"
"Are you injured?"
"Get up first. I'll treat you."
The familiar voice awakens the self-enclosed consciousness.
Miracle, a miracle happened.
The witch raised her head sullenly and looked at Xu Xi who appeared in front of her. Her half-gold and half-dark pupils trembled slightly, and then slowly regained her composure as if she had been saved.
That’s great, that’s really great.
The instructor is safe and sound.
The broken heartstrings were reconnected, the soul escaped from despair and restored itself, and even the huge sorrow trapped in the chest dissipated into nothingness with every breath.
There is no reason, no need for a reason, just because the "sun" reappears before our eyes.
"…I'm fine, Mentor."
As long as you are here, I will have no problems.
Afraid it was a dream, afraid it was an illusion, she held the man's hand tightly with slightly trembling hands.
Unwilling to separate.
"This..." Xu Xi was silent.
Looking at Krisa's miserable appearance and her strange eyes, he couldn't come to the conclusion that "all is fine".
In the past.
Xu Xi was practicing magic alone in his study.
The observer entry suddenly activated on its own, allowing Xu Xi to detect the attack from the sky, so he activated defensive magic in time and successfully protected himself.
Considering that Krisha was still outside, Xu Xi immediately flew to the market to look for her.
The search turned out to be fruitless.
Finally, he decided to return to the ruins of the courtyard and wait, only then did he see Krisha kneeling on the ground alone.
The wounds all over his body, the dirty blood, and the expression of relief.
Everything is revealed.
What happened to Krisha before.
"Buzz--", the palm of the hand glowed with a light green light, and Xu Xi used life magic to heal Kresa's injuries. Then, Xu Xi began to ask what happened. Kresa did not hide anything and told her everything.
Mistakenly thought Xu was dead.
A man blames himself and regrets in the ruins.
And the first thing he did was to see the fireball and stop it.
Perhaps because Xu Xi was by her side, the girl's face was no longer the same, returning to her usual calm and expressionless self.
But it was this attitude that made Xu Xi even more silent.
“Crackle—”
The flames were still burning fiercely all around, with fire snakes hissing and coiling around the building, blackening the outer walls. From time to time, large machinery exploded due to overheating, creating even more frightening explosions.
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In this strong fire, in this rolling black smoke.
The witch's figure looked so tiny, her clothes were burned by the flames, her body and limbs were covered with small wounds, and her face still retained a look of despair and helplessness, which made her look pitiful.
"I'm sorry, Krisha."
"I should have come earlier."
"It was my fault as a mentor for letting you worry about this for so long."
Gently rubbing the witch's hair and wiping the blood off her face with gentle and delicate movements, Xu Xi said apologetically.
He could have done better.
Save yourself and Krisha from this crisis.
But maybe Xi underestimated Allenson's senior executives. He could never have imagined that the purpose of those people leaving was to destroy the city.
Destroy the entire Allenson and the hundreds of thousands of people living there.
I can't figure it out.
I can't understand what good this would do.
It's really against common sense.
Wrong judgment leads to wrong results. It was because Xu Xi did not expect the city to be destroyed that he and Krisha were affected, leading to this series of twists and turns.
"It's okay, Mentor," Krisa said, shaking her head slightly.
She doesn't care about anything else.
As long as Xu Xi returned to her and looked at her again, she would be satisfied.
This is the awareness of being an "object".
If there are more ideas, if there is unnecessary willfulness, then the "item" will be an invisible burden to the owner. Krisa does not want to be a burden to Xu Xi.
Faced with such a stubborn Krisa, Xu Xi had no choice but to take care of the girl in his own way.
He summoned a stream of water to carefully wipe the girl's face, restoring the blackened face to its clean state.
throughout the process.
Krisha behaved very quietly.
Like a delicate porcelain doll, she let Xu Xi wipe her face.
The black dust was wiped away, revealing a delicate face that had regained its fair complexion.
Then, Xu Xi looked up at the sky.
He originally thought that the most critical thing to leave Allenson was to solve the problem of supplies on the way to other cities.
But now it seems that the difficulty lies in how to leave Allenson safely.
The overwhelming meteor shower attack was just the beginning. The aliens that appeared from nowhere and rushed into Allenson with roars were the real biggest problem.
"Orcs, goblins, pure-blood demons, monsters..."
"What exactly are those senior executives of Allenson who have already left planning to allow foreign races to attack their city?"