Even though it's not the season yet, snowflakes are already starting to fall gently outside.
Perhaps recalling Aurelion's burning gaze as she left, he asked Vega.
“Vega”.
"Did you want to help Aurelion before?"
Viktor's words jolted Vega awake. He stretched his neck and looked at Viktor.
"Yes, we do want to, so what?"
How did she respond to you?
Upon hearing Viktor's words, Vega immediately perked up, flapping his jet-black wings and opening his beak wide.
"Oh my god, you mean this?"
"You know what? She rejected me."
...
That was deep within Guanta Prison, in the land of spirits and stars.
Aurelion crouched on the golden sand, watching as piles of white bones rose and then slowly fell back down.
At this moment, the eerie green magical light had weakened and could not be sustained for long before it dissipated.
At that time, Aurelion was filled with endless confusion and helplessness.
Her inability to control the dragon means she cannot pass the test set by Teacher Victor, and may even become a burden to Priscilla, who is facing an enemy attack.
Her inner struggles drove her to an unprecedented level of anxiety.
Just then, a hoarse voice echoed in her heart.
She felt a deep, mysterious single eye gazing at her from the depths of her heart.
A series of alluring, ghostly voices echoed from all directions:
'Do you need my help?'
'I can grant you a great deal of magic, and you won't have to pay any price.'
Aurelion heard the tempting voice and a sudden realization dawned on her.
"magic……"
Just as that strange voice in my heart said.
There is only one reason why this fifth-tier demonic dragon cannot be resurrected.
Not enough magic.
Although necromancers don't rely heavily on mana reserves, that's based on summoning the undead from the realm of the dead.
Aurelion, on the other hand, doesn't even have a realm of the dead.
All she could do was summon the spirits that existed in the real world.
This requires a massive amount of magical power to support it.
While Aurelion was still hesitating, that voice in her heart rang out again:
Trust me, you won't have to pay any price.
Upon hearing this, Aurelion's eyes looked somewhat confused.
"strength……"
As expected, she was still too weak.
The single, profound eye in his heart gazed intently at her.
Its tentacles, like a dark abyss, kept stretching out.
It was as if, if she accepted the temptation, she would be firmly grasped by these tentacles and slowly pulled into the depths of the abyss.
but……
"I refuse."
Thump—thump—thump—
The voice deep within my heart abruptly ceased, accompanied by the muffled thud of my heart.
A vast amount of magical energy surged within Aurelion's body in an instant.
Like a giant beast awakening from the seabed, it lifted up countless seawaters, which then fell back into it.
Although Aurelion is only a second-tier mage, her mana reserves may be comparable to those of a third-tier mage.
However, even though she was a third-tier mage, her insufficient magic power still prevented her from resurrecting a dragon.
So Aurelion took out a magic potion from her clothes.
As the magic dissipated, it was frantically poured into my mouth.
Soon, only countless transparent glass bottles remained on the ground.
The dragon's corpse showed some faint reactions, but the magic power still flickered like a fragile candle flame.
The magic still isn't enough.
But it was clear that she didn't want to fail at the last minute.
Aurelion gritted her teeth and suddenly drew her longsword from her waist.
The longsword landed on his right wrist.
My palms were starting to sweat, and my hands were trembling uncontrollably.
The longsword seemed to be frozen in place, unable to make a downward slash.
And the illusory voice in her heart seemed to anxiously dissuade her:
'Just agree to my request, why go through all this trouble?'
"I've said it before, I don't need it."
The voice's dissuasion did not shake Aurelion's resolve; on the contrary, it strengthened her resolve.
"My teacher told me that I possess the most powerful talent in the world."
She took a deep breath:
"I'm willing to believe him."
[First-tier magic - Self-suggestion]
At that moment, a glint flashed in Aurelion's eyes.
She gritted her teeth, and the longsword in her hand flashed across her wrist like lightning.
*Pfft*
The blood gushed out as hot as boiling water.
The sharp pain from the blade caused Aurelion to collapse to the ground in agony.
She could no longer hold the sword tightly in her hand and could only throw it aside.
Although she gave herself a firm suggestion to self-harm, she couldn't completely mask the stinging pain.
But that doesn't matter. All you need to do is give a hint and forget about it all.
Blood continued to drain from the wound, and the sensation in my wrist gradually became numb.
However, the magic that began to flow again within her body surprised Aurelion.
She took out the blood-red potion hidden in her bosom.
And this was also a gift from Teacher Viktor.
Its effects are the same as those of the magical potion.
The wound on her right hand healed quickly, and her blood was replenished.
But the required magic power is still not enough.
She kept drinking the scarlet liquid, feeling life flowing back into her body.
He cut his wrist, drawing blood to exchange for her magic.
Repeating the cycle.
...
"Finally, as you can see, she successfully enslaved that dragon."
Vega spoke with a hint of emotion in his eyes, seemingly reminiscing about what happened in the lower levels of Guanta Prison.
A second-tier body enslaves a fifth-tier undead dragon.
I doubt anyone would believe something like this unless they saw it with their own eyes.
It seems that the bloodlines of the Thor family are all more abnormal than the last.
Vega remained silent for a while, as if hinting at something, before speaking again:
"She didn't even blink when she cut herself; I really can't imagine what could make her cry."
"yes."
Viktor gazed out the window with a wistful expression.
The falling snowflakes seemed to be constantly changing.
"Madam, did you hear that?"
"Your child is far stronger and more radiant than you imagine."
So don't worry—
Snowflakes drifted down, gradually transforming into the silhouette of a woman.
With a smile that obscured her face and a final sense of relief, she bowed gently to Victor and Vega.
Until the snowflakes, carried by the wind, scattered her form.
It also took away the last trace of life she left in the world.
"She will no longer shed tears."
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