In Yun Wei's view, magic is the most romantic word on the Zhuyuan Continent.
Five years ago, he could never have imagined living in a world interwoven with dazzling magic.
He first heard this word in elementary school, during a music class when the teacher, who had fashionable curly hair, played a humorous and cheerful symphonic poem:
A magician's apprentice.
At that time, he was a law-abiding citizen and never imagined that a mop could be controlled by an invisible force to automatically clean the floor; or that water could appear in the void and fill a bucket in an instant.
The absurd fairy tale was too unrestrained, yet it recklessly pushed open the dark, silent chamber of the heart.
At that time, he was physically weak, but his rich imagination was like a ray of morning light, breaking through the cocoon that bound him. He was completely absorbed in the bright melody, and for the first time, he felt full of power.
Supernatural and magical powers break the rules of the physical world and transcend the limits of physical strength, seeking the origin of the world within the illusory image formed by the water mirror.
Magic, perhaps, is that faint glimmer of hope in dire straits, like a meridian that defines the possible and the impossible.
Thinking of this, Yun Wei gripped Isaac's large hand tightly. He closed his eyes and prayed devoutly, "If magic can answer prayers, please heal my beloved before me!"
If the departed stars still watch over this continent, if the priests of a thousand years ago had already blessed him, if he was destined to bear heavy shackles and embark on a journey to save the world—
O gods who exist in the past and the future, please listen to his humblest prayer and bring Isaac back to his side!
In the quiet autumn night, twinkling magic surged from Yun Wei's body. They leaped and danced joyfully in the air, resonating and disappearing like fireflies that danced freely in the previous season.
The shimmering, iridescent light illuminated Isaac's high nose bridge and cast a soft shadow on his eye sockets.
Under Yunwei's expectant gaze, the radiance faded, and the tall follower remained asleep in the dream of eternity. His broad chest rose and fell only slightly, and his remaining vitality was like sand slipping through his fingers, mercilessly flowing away.
No miracle occurred.
Yun Wei stared blankly at Isaac.
The already dim stars of the continent of Zhuyuan did not answer his prayers. Isaac was falling alone into the abyss of death in a world he could not reach.
When hope is dashed, it ignites the fire of ignorance and karma.
"Damn it!" Yun Wei roared angrily at the dark night sky.
This was the first time in thirty years that he had used such explicit profanity, and the target of that completely unmoved world.
Anger simmered within him, masking his sorrow, and surged forth like a monstrous wave in the echoing hum. Yun Wei lowered his head helplessly, cursing the world with almost bitter resentment.
The crude and vulgar words used for venting pierced the silence of the long night, but also deeply wounded the speaker.
He feigned anger in his helplessness to mask his cowardice, but his rationality remained clear, and he mocked his own weakness and incompetence.
What right does someone like him have to have Isaac?
He clenched his fist tightly, his fingernails piercing the still-healing wound on his palm again, and warm liquid slowly dripped down between his fingers.
A faint smell of blood spread.
Blood.
The priests of the Holy Church always proclaim that life is contained in this endlessly flowing, glistening blood.
Yun Wei was stunned. A bold and crazy idea suddenly popped into his mind.
He held his palm horizontally, aiming it at the knight's full, pale lips. The clear lines on his palm resembled natural blood grooves, and the drops of crimson blood fell like delicate, warm rouge.
Isaac had lost consciousness; at that level, he was beyond being fed.
Yun Wei thought for a moment, then took out a silver cup from his spatial storage. Pale necromantic power condensed in his right palm, instantly transforming into a sharp bone blade.
He took a deep breath, aimed the blade at his left palm, and made a light cut.
The excruciating pain of his skin being torn open made him shudder. Yun Wei looked closely and saw that the shallow wound was only oozing a few round and plump beads of blood.
He gritted his teeth, turned his head away, and slashed hard again.
This time, he finally got his wish, and blood gushed out.
He casually dismissed the bone dagger, picked up the pale silver cup, and, under the hazy moonlight, used it to collect the blood that kept flowing from his palm.
Even though Yun Wei never fainted at the sight of blood, he couldn't help feeling dizzy at this moment. As the blood continued to seep out, his body trembled instinctively, the warm blood taking away his heat, as if his life force was slowly draining away with it.
Drip, drip, drip, blood flows.
After an unknown amount of time, the silver cup was finally filled to about half full.
Yun Wei placed the silver cup aside, hastily applied a "light therapy" spell to the gruesome wound, and then bent down to lift Isaac's head. The little wolf tail tied behind Isaac's head gently brushed against his exposed wrist, causing a subtle itch.
He took another deep breath, but instead of taking a sip, he sipped a small amount of the sweet, metallic liquid from the silver cup, held it in his mouth, and lowered his head toward Isaac.
Yun Wei had never initiated a kiss on Isaac's lips.
He usually likes to lightly peck at the other person's forehead or chin, teasing his honest servant with a mischievous intention, until the other person finally can't resist grabbing him and punishing him with a "fierce kiss".
This was the first time he had taken the initiative, but it was without any romantic feelings. He almost clumsily pried open the other person's slightly closed teeth and transferred the still-warm blood from his lips to them.
A small amount of blood, which they couldn't swallow in time, trickled from between their pressed lips, trailing a slow red line down the knight's chiseled face.
Yun Wei dared not be negligent in the slightest, and immediately took the silver cup and began the next feeding.
He was using his own life to support his beloved.
This was a completely unpredictable endeavor, like a journey without end. Perhaps he had gone mad, but he had to do something. Whatever it was, it was better than watching Isaac die before his eyes.
Try anything, even if it seems hopeless.
After Yun Wei fed Isaac the entire half-cup of blood, the latter's body finally began to change.
Under Yun Wei's spiritual observation, the bloody power within Isaac's body suddenly grew stronger, and the scorching magma surged with towering blood waves, launching a counterattack against the divine power from the Lord of Radiance that had invaded his body.
Yun Wei was immediately invigorated and conjured another bone dagger...
No one knows how long the frail necromancer struggled through the night.
As dawn broke in the east, the two of them leaned side by side against a thick haystack, waiting for the sun to rise.
Yun Wei helped Isaac change into a clean shirt, and both of them were now neat and tidy again. He gently pulled Isaac's head close, letting him lean on his shoulder.
He looked weakly at the distant horizon and slowly said, "Hey, Isaac, I have something to say to you."
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