Rumble Rumble Rumble
Crack
A crack of radiant light tore through the gray, turbulent skies, splitting clouds into perfect halves.
The ground rumbled in response.
Mana materialized into clean, straight streams that spread across the sky, forming an organized, checkered pattern.
Thunder Thunder Thunder
Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh
The clouds roared, the winds flew-it was as if the very world was expressing its emotions.
However, this emotion wasn't anger.
It was joy.And this joy was accompanied by some sadness.
Of course, no one could understand its complex emotions.
In a small village nestled near the hills of Yrniel, a farmer paused mid-swing of his scythe as the blades of grass beneath him began to shimmer, their green color deepening as if some form of magical energy was being infused into them.
He blinked, rubbing his eyes.
Hearing the clouds' roars, he looked up, and his eyes widened in surprise as he stared at the wide, radiant crack and that organized pattern that had formed all over the sky.
"What in the world…?"
He muttered.
In the heart of the capital, people stopped in their tracks, surprised by the fantasy-like sight.
"What the hell is happening…?"
"Wait… those lines… are they made from Mana…?"
One of the cultivators questioned as he pointed at the sky.
"Have you lost your mind? How long has it been since you were able to manipulate your Mana and form such a clean pattern?"
Another cultivator dismissed with a wave of his hand. He sounded bitter and grumpy.
There were wrinkles all over his face, and it was clear the man didn't have much time
left.
"I… I can control mana again…"
Suddenly, a voice was heard.
"Huh…?"
In an instant, everyone turned toward the voice.
"I… I feel mana flowing properly again!"
Another shout was heard.
The old cultivator closed his trembling eyes.
The mana, once unresponsive, jagged, and chaotic, now swirled around him like a gentle stream, eager to be shaped as he willed.
Without waiting, he started absorbing the mana, and the process couldn't have been smoother.
The moment the mana settled into his body, the cultivator opened his eyes.
His previous annoyance was now replaced with unhidden joy and excitement.
"I can cultivate again!"
He shouted, tears streaming down his face.
It wasn't just him-all the cultivators were the same, their emotions bursting out of control.
Inside a room, a child tugged at her mother's sleeve, her eyes wide.
"Mama, does this mean I can be a cultivator now?"
The woman's voice broke as she pulled the child into a hug.
"Yes, my love.
Yes, it does."
Her tears streamed down her cheeks without stop.
Every day, she prayed.
She prayed and prayed that mana would return to normal because she knew that if it didn't, in the next hundred years, her daughter would die.
She would outlive her daughter, and just the thought of that ripped her heart into pieces.
She was afraid-so very afraid-but now…
A smile filled with relief appeared on her face.
Her daughter wouldn't die. She wouldn't have to see another one of her children grow old and lose their life.
"Come here.
Let me teach you our family's cultivation technique.
"
The woman spoke with a smile filled with endless love.
"Yay!"
The little girl was overjoyed.
"It's back,"
Alaric, the King of Vampires, who was observing his people from his castle, whispered.
Feeling the mana that had now returned to normal placed a smile on his face.
His eyes fell on the vampires who had already started cultivating, and without having
to look, he knew the rest of the cultivators in Yrniel were doing the same.
Yrniel had healed.
It was the day that marked the end of the Mana Apocalypse.
It was the day where every conflict came to a momentary halt as every cultivator either cultivated or taught the cultivation process to their loved ones.
Some, left without a family and with limited time, even decided to teach their family's cultivation techniques to mortals.
It was a day that would bring forth an entirely new generation of cultivators.
"He is gone…"
However, not everyone was happy.
Aeliana, who was observing the changes in Yrniel and the dimensions connected to it,
realized that her father had returned to his slumber again.
Once again, she would have to live a life without her father next to her.
"Don't worry, we will wake him up soon enough, I promise.
"
Suddenly, the woman heard some reassuring words as she felt someone holding her
hand.
Knowing who it was, she tightened her grip on his hand and closed her eyes.
Her heavy heart eased a little.
After all, she knew these weren't empty words.
This man had set everything right and changed her life before. Aeliana knew he would do it again, no matter what it took.
Nux pulled the vampire into his embrace, placing her head on his chest as he rubbed her back, assuring her that he was here, right next to her.
Then, he closed his eyes as well, remembering the words his father-in-law said just to
him before he disappeared.
'Protect her!
Nux frowned at those words.
something happened, he wouldn't care about Yrniel any longer and would appear next
to her that very instant.
Then why would he…
'I wouldn't be able to wake up on my own unless Yrniel's Will wakes me up when it
senses danger.
If something happens to her, I probably won't be there.
So I'll be leaving her to you!
'What…? Then why are you sending her with me?"
Nux couldn't help but question. After all, he knew this man would usually never put his
daughter at risk and he completely understood that feeling.
After all, he would never put his wives in danger either, no matter what.
Azriel was similar to him when it came to this, then why…
'I do not want her to be lonely!
Nux suddenly heard the answer to his question and when he turned to look at his
father-in-law, he had disappeared.
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