Time slipped by unnoticed.
One after another, the villagers departed. The healers followed soon after, their expressions heavy with defeat. Eventually, only the Cole family remained, Zane and Freya standing close together, along with Ander, Sera, Lisa, and the silent maid, and Doctor Reinhard.
Reinhard had not moved from Ethan's side for a long time.
Ash circled the boy's lifeless body, forming an intricate magical array carved carefully into the floor. Ancient symbols glowed faintly as the spell took shape. Resting atop Ethan's chest was the binding relic bracelet, its dark crystal pulsing with a slow, unnatural rhythm, like a heart that refused to stop beating.
Zane swallowed hard.
"What are you planning to do?" he asked, his voice tight with unease as his eyes followed Reinhard's every movement.
Reinhard didn't look up.
"As I explained earlier," he said calmly, "the binding relic does not merely store souls. It devours them, along with their mana, at the moment of death."
He traced the final sigil with ash-stained fingers.
"This circle will act as a barrier. It will separate Ethan's soul and mana from the emotions that consumed them, for example; fear, anger, rage… despair."
"O-Okay…" Zane muttered, though the word felt hollow. He didn't truly understand, but he didn't dare interrupt.
Freya clutched her husband's arm, her fingers trembling. Her breath was shallow, every second stretching painfully long.
Reinhard straightened. The moment he finished the circle, he flicked his fingers.
Flames ignited instantly.
Fire ran along the ash like a living serpent, circling Ethan's body in a blazing ring. Heat filled the room, and the air warped violently.
"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" he roared, lunging forward. "Stop this at once!" Zane snapped.
Reinhard didn't flinch. He didn't even turn.
"Do you truly want your son back?" he asked quietly.
Zane froze.
"Yes—but—!" His voice cracked. "Aren't you about to burn his body?!"
The fire surged higher, crackling hungrily.
Before Zane could move again, Freya tightened her grip on his arm. She shook her head, tears sliding down her cheeks, but her eyes held trust.
She nodded slowly.
Zane clenched his fists, every instinct screaming at him to interfere, but he forced himself to stop.
The flames continued to dance.
And within the burning circle, the bracelet's crystal began to glow brighter than ever before.
The bracelet trembled violently.
Slowly, it lifted into the air on its own, chains of mana clinking softly as if resisting an unseen force. A sharp crack echoed through the chamber, and then it split. From the relic burst two soul-like forms, tearing themselves free in opposite directions.
One was faint, translucent, and familiar. It flowed gently like mist, drifting downward and sinking into Ethan's chest, merging with his body as if returning home.
The other was wrong.
It erupted from the bracelet like a living catastrophe, enormous, distorted, and pitch-black. Its form twisted constantly, swelling and contracting as though breathing. The pressure it released slammed into the barrier, cracking the glowing circle beneath Ethan as the entire room shuddered.
"What… what is that?" Ander asked sharply, instinctively stepping back.
The aura pouring from the dark soul was overwhelming. It roared like a storm, invisible winds tearing through the chamber. Clothes whipped violently, hair lashed across faces, and the maid cried out as she struggled to stay on her feet.
Reinhard's eyes gleamed.
"That," he said, his voice trembling, not with fear, but excitement, "is what we call dark mana. Mana that has been consumed, corrupted by emotion and death itself."
The flames around the circle flickered wildly as the dark soul slammed against the barrier again. Cracks of light spiderwebbed across the magical formation, each strike threatening to shatter it completely.
"Zane. Ander," Reinhard snapped suddenly. "Now. Use your mana, compress Ethan's mana back into his body. If it fully separates, we lose him forever."
"That's impossible," Ander muttered, sweat already dripping from his brow. "Ethan's mana… it's limitless. And that thing.... " his eyes locked onto the dark soul, "..... it's fused to it."
They tried anyway.
The moment their mana reached Ethan's body, it was violently repelled. The force slammed them backward, pain ripping through their veins as if their magic itself was being crushed.
Freya stared in horror.
Her legs nearly gave out as she watched the dark mana writhe above her son, looming like a demon ready to devour everything. Beside her, Sera's face had gone pale, her lips trembling as she whispered a silent prayer.
"This isn't just power," Freya murmured, tears streaming freely now. "It's… alive."
And above Ethan's body, the dark soul let out a silent scream.
The barrier flickered.
The ritual was collapsing.
Cracks of light split through the air as the barrier screamed under the pressure of the dark mana. The flames flickered violently, ash lifting from the ground as if the room itself was being torn apart. Reinhard clenched his teeth, another second, and everything would be lost.
Then.....
Freya stepped forward.
Without a word, she placed her trembling hands over her chest, her mana surging outward in a desperate flood. Sera reacted instantly, pulling Lisa close as she joined her own mana to Freya's. The three streams intertwined, gentle, fierce, and pure, twisting together into a single radiant force.
"Ethan…" Freya whispered.
The combined mana surged forward and pierced Ethan's chest.
The reaction was instant.
A blinding explosion tore through the room, hurling everyone backward like broken dolls. The flames were extinguished in a single breath, the ash scattered violently across the floor. The magical circle vanished without a trace, leaving behind only silence, and Ethan's body lying flat against the cold ground.
For one terrifying moment, nothing happened.
Doctor Reinhard was the first to move.
He scrambled to Ethan's side, dropping to his knees as he pressed his ear against the boy's chest. His breath caught, his entire body freezing in place.
"H—His heart…" Reinhard stammered, disbelief shaking his voice. "His heart is beating!"
Zane bolted forward, falling to his knees beside his son. His hands shook uncontrollably as he placed his fingers beneath Ethan's nostrils.
"He's breathing!" Zane shouted, tears spilling freely down his face. "Freya, he's breathing!"
Freya collapsed beside them, sobbing uncontrollably as she clutched Ethan's hand. Her shoulders trembled as years of fear, grief, and desperation poured out all at once.
Across the room, Lisa dropped to her knees.
She stared at Ethan as if afraid he might vanish again, her lips quivering as a broken laugh escaped her throat. Sera wrapped her arms tightly around her daughter, tears streaming down her own face as she held her close.
Ander exhaled slowly, his body finally relaxing. A rare smile crossed his face, soft, relieved, and grateful that his friend had returned from the edge of death.
Relief spread through the mansion like wildfire.
Servants rushed in, maids cried openly, guards lowered their weapons in silent prayer. The once-frozen halls filled with quiet laughter, sobs, and whispered thanks. Life had returned.
Until—
Reinhard slowly stood.
"But…" he said, his voice low.
The room fell silent again.
"He will not be the same as before," Reinhard continued carefully. "Do not be afraid, it is still Ethan. Still your son. Still your friend."
His eyes darkened as he looked down at the boy.
"But there will be a change. In his character. In his behavior."
The celebration died instantly.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
Every gaze in the room slowly turned toward Reinhard, the fragile relief from seconds ago hanging in the air like thin glass, ready to shatter. Even the servants at the edges of the hall stood frozen, sensing that the danger had not truly passed.
"What do you mean… a change in his behavior?" Zane demanded.
His voice was low, shaking with restrained fury. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles whitened, and for a heartbeat it seemed he might strike Reinhard. Ander reacted instantly, gripping Zane's arm and pulling him back before things could spiral.
Freya stepped forward, her chest tight.
"Isn't there anything, anything at all, you can do to help him?" she asked, her voice fragile, as though one wrong word would break her completely.
Reinhard exhaled slowly.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said, shaking his head. "There is nothing more I can do. The consumed emotion has fused with his soul. The only one who can free himself from it… is Ethan."
His eyes hardened slightly.
"All we can do now is hope he chooses the right path."
Suddenly—
Ethan's body jerked.
He coughed violently, dark blood spilling from his lips and staining his shirt. Panic exploded through the room as Freya screamed his name and Zane rushed forward, but Reinhard remained calm, stepping closer instead of back.
"Oh," Reinhard murmured, almost amused.
"You're finally awake, aren't you?"
Ethan's eyelids fluttered.
Slowly, painfully, his eyes cracked open as he struggled to focus on the faces hovering above him. His voice came out hoarse and weak.
"D… Dad?"
"Mom…?"
Zane's legs nearly gave out. He couldn't believe his eyes.
"Alright," Reinhard said briskly, pulling out bandages, herbs, and vials from his satchel. "It's about time I started healing the fatal bleeding before he loses consciousness again."
Relief flooded the room.
Zane's racing thoughts finally slowed. Ander smiled broadly, joy clear on his face. Lisa broke free from her mother's grasp and ran toward Ethan, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks.
But Freya didn't move.
She stared at Ethan's face, her breath catching in her throat. Her hands trembled as a chill ran through her entire body.
"No…" she whispered.
Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor.
"That's not… that's not my son's eyes."
Everyone froze.
Where Ethan's eyes had once been warm brown, they now glowed an unnatural, haunting purple, deep, radiant, and utterly unfamiliar.
A/N: For those who might not understand, the second dark soul is the system!
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