Chapter 383 [How Am I Alive?]
"My name is Zyan I am a blacksmith president, my nephew here called me asking for help and I rushed over within a moment," Zyan said as he let out a deep breath and he shook his head.
"I pay respect to the president of Divine Saint Blacksmith, sorry I can't do much in my mechas," Laim said.
"No big deal look into this crime and make sure you tell those family about their love ones, I will take the child with me back to the blacksmith department," Zyan said and flicked away in a second.
Zyan landed on the ground with a soft thud and a curt nod. He picked up Ouranos's unconscious body. Inspected his condition. His face clouded over when he saw the bloodstains blossoming on Ouranos's chest. No, I can’t let a genius as great as him fall. He’s a gift to us blacksmiths. He clenched his jaw. And how would I even explain to William Rox if he becomes crippled?
That man would go crazy. Zyan touched Ouranos inner wrist and checked on his pulse. His eyes lit up. He’s alive! He quickly poured his soul power into Ouranos's body. Sure enough, Ouranos's heart still beat. But it was weak. A soft fluttering of butterfly wings against the thick of his chest. Even so, he had a chance to live.
Laim gave the order to his regiment to search the surroundings. But in the end, they never found any trace of hostiles. Not even a single hair to go on. The only evidence of the tragedy, besides the blood and the corpses and destruction, was a small mound of ashes tinged green. The rest of the terrorist’s remains had already been blown away by the wind.
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Ouranos found himself in a mysterious place it was calm yet quiet. He slowly opened his eyes and he noticed that the bubble from before which was now into a baby form. Its hand was put together into a fits as if it was mediating. Ouranos stood up and held out his hand as he looked around he felt so peaceful in this spiritual world as he looked at the small baby it was protected by the clear bubble. Ouranos let out a deep breath slowly he noticed fireflies flattered around him and touching his body he felt warmth from them before he fall asleep.
Ouranos opened his eyes and he looked around for a moment he thought he was dead.
His still alive?
How am I alive?
Ouranos's mind cleared the lingering traces of his sleepy haze. His memory rang free of obstruction, the pallor of Wren's face during her abuse a ghost haunting his psyche. He had survived the Hell Fire Soul Refinement, but he couldn’t assume the same for her. He needed to find her to know. For closure. He couldn’t forgive himself if he didn’t.
Ouranos jumped off his bed and changed into a set of clean clothes from his storage ring. The second he finished changing, the door opened and a man entered.
“Uncle-master!”
Zyan let out a sigh.
"You can still stand?" Zyan asked as he looked at Ouranos worried the image of Ouranos still and bloody body was vividly emblazoned in his mind.
Zyan had gotten a first-rate spirit master medic to heal Ouranos as soon as they returned to Yren Dou City. While Ouranos's heart hadn’t been damaged, his other internal organs had not been as lucky.
But to the medic’s astonishment, there was minimal blood loss and his body was on the road to recovery. What should have been serious, unsightly wounds had already healed
Chapter end
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