In the small courtyard, Owen and Leslie shared a passionate kiss.
Perhaps due to her broken mana core and a sense of despair, or maybe because she had a premonition that she was about to lose Owen forever, Leslie shed her usual cold deanor and actively embraced Owen.
After a long while, the two finally separated.
Owen gazed at Leslie's flushed face with a serious and determined expression and said:
"Since you're my fiancée, no matter sickness or health, you are mine!"
Leslie had rarely seen Owen this serious.
Her face flushed even more, and she buried her head in Owen's chest.
If anyone else had seen Leslie acting so ek and affectionate, they wouldn't have believed their eyes.
After all, Leslie was always cold and distant toward others, holding herself like an untouchable monarch without a hint of other emotions.
Owen, too, was montarily srized. It took him a while to snap out of it. He gently patted her back and said:
"Even if you really can't use mana anymore, we're still husband and wife. Besides, who says your mana core can't be restored?"
Leslie blushed even more at Owen's sweet words. But when she heard the second part, she suddenly froze, lifting her head in disbelief as if she had misheard.
Her mana core had already been burned out, turned to ash. Everyone knew it was impossible to recover from that.
However, Leslie also knew that ever since Owen had risen to prominence, miracles seed to happen frequently around him.
Given her understanding of him, Owen was not soone to make empty promises.
If he said there was a way, then there might really be a way!
In Leslie's astonished, hopeful gaze, a light flashed from Owen's storage ring.
A single drop of dew from the Tree of the World floated in the palm of his hand.
"For ordinary people, ordinary thods wouldn't work. But I am no ordinary person." Owen smiled, then infused the drop of Tree of the World's dew into Leslie's body. Leslie imdiately felt a slight warmth in her abdon, followed by a refreshing coolness that flowed throughout her body, as though sweet spring water was washing over her.
The sensation was indescribably soothing.
Owen then ford a series of hand seals, and the Order of Life flew out from his [Order] domain, channeling mana into Leslie's body, reaching deep into her dantian.
As the Order of Life entered her body, the dew from the Tree of the World beca even more dazzling, eventually transforming into a dense mist that perated Leslie's ridians, healing the damage.
The life-infused mist gathered in her abdon, gradually forming a new mana core, about the size of a thumb.
With the appearance of the mana core, Leslie felt her once-broken connection to mana rekindle with intensity.
Her fallen rank swiftly rose as her mana core regenerated.
Her mana core had truly returned!
Even now, Leslie felt dazed.
The complete destruction of a mana core was considered irreversible, even by the most powerful forces of Middle Earth.
And yet, Owen had truly restored it for her!
Overco with joy, a genuine smile spread across Leslie's usually cold face.
She tested her magic once more, and instantly, beautiful snowflakes swirled around her, their icy and familiar aura enveloping her.
Raising her delicate hand, she caught a snowflake with her slender fingers.
It was cold to the touch, and the chill ran through her mind-her mana had returned!
Perhaps only after losing it did she fully understand the true value of her mana.
Leslie's thoughts were scattered as she recalled her years of secret training, her first eting and collaboration with Owen... and now, how he had healed her.
mories flashed through her mind. She looked at Owen, who was now retracting his mana, and a smile crept onto her face.
As if making a decision, she suddenly tackled Owen onto the ground, amidst the golden fallen leaves.
Their eyes t, brimming with affection.
The two kissed again.
Not long after, it was unclear whether Owen took the initiative or whether Leslie's passion took over, but their clothes began to co off.
As Owen gazed at Leslie's flawless, snow-white figure, his throat tightened. Compared to before, Leslie was now even more breathtakingly beautiful.
Before long, a mix of pain, excitent, and a faint sadness echoed in the courtyard.
The sounds soon beca low, suppressed moans, filled with longing and desire.
An hour later.
In the courtyard, dressed again, Owen held Leslie in his arms as they shared the events that had transpired during their ti apart.
When Leslie learned that Owen had unsealed the Godslayer Staff from the Kyrik royal tomb, she was elated.
She knew well the power of the Godslayer Staff, comparable to her own Dark Tower.
If fully unsealed, it would be one of the most formidable magical artifacts in Middle Earth. Owen, on the other hand, focused on the black-robed mage who had attacked the ducal
mansion.
"The Pyrothrone Kingdom... Oh, Pyrothrone Kingdom!"
After confirming from Leslie that the black-robed mage was indeed from the Pyrothrone Kingdom, anger surged within Owen.
Initially, he hadn't planned to confront the Pyrothrone Kingdom yet, even though it was Prince Kaldan of Pyrothrone who had attacked him first.
The Pyrothrone Kingdom wasn't just any power in Middle Earth.
Owen knew his current strength was insufficient to take them on, and he had planned to spend
the next year bolstering his power and influence.
However, instead of attacking him directly, the Pyrothrone Kingdom, under pressure from lodic Academy, had targeted his loved ones.
If Leslie hadn't burned her mana core and unleashed her full power, the entire ducal mansion, along with Leslie and the others, would have been taken hostage.
This malicious intent had crossed Owen's line!
Feeling Owen's body tense with anger, Leslie clasped his hand, her gaze resolute:
"With your talent and mine, even though the Pyrothrone Kingdom is a mighty empire in
Middle Earth, we will have the power to bring it down in a few years."
She knew Owen could be impulsive, and this incident had clearly pushed him. But now wasn't
the right ti to act.
Owen squeezed her soft hand, shaking his head slightly:
"If soone hits my wife, and I do nothing, what kind of man would I be?"
Seeing Owen so determined, Leslie smiled. "Whatever you decide, I'll follow you."
Though she didn't know what Owen planned, she didn't ask.
She trusted that while this decision might partly be made in the heat of the mont, Owen
must have so plan.
And even if he didn't, as long as she could be with him, she had no regrets.
Leslie's unwavering support only strengthened Owen's resolve.
With a thought, two radiant Holy Tokens appeared on his forehead!
One Fallen Holy Token.
One Dragon Holy Token.
As these two tokens appeared, they imdiately cracked, releasing brilliant beams of light
that shot up into the sky, piercing through the clouds and exploding at the peak of the
heavens.
The dazzling points of light spread across the sky like a spectacular fireworks display.
Every corner of the continent could see it clearly.
Mages across the land were drawn to the phenonon, but they were not of the dragon or Fallen Angel races, so they couldn't understand the deeper aning behind the Holy Tokens. They only felt a bone-chilling coldness from the light, an ominous sense of foreboding.
At the sa ti, the Fallen Angel patriarch gazed at the shattered Fallen Angel Holy Token
in stunned silence.
Though most people didn't understand the Holy Tokens' aning, he did.
It was a ssage of war-every Fallen Angel, including the king, was to invade the
Pyrothrone Kingdom!
The ssage was simple, but its implications made his eyes widen in shock.
As a king, he knew full well the ancient strength and far-reaching influence of the Pyrothrone
Kingdom in Middle Earth.
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