Jim slowly asked and this mont seed to turn into a lifeti while the two of them glanced deeply at each other.
Hector took another breath of his cigarette before blowing the smoke in the air. He evaded the look over Jim's face, that expectation and hope he had that made Hector feel more bitter inside.
"No," he slowly said, "your body is beyond repair... as a magician... Your life ends here."
Jim's heart was squeezed at this mont while the next mont he scread inside his head:
'Old man... Old man tell these are lies?'
Yet he didn't get a response from the old man like usual.
'C'mon, it's not the ti to play dead on ,' he felt more nervous and really afraid, 'please tell he doesn't know what he is talking about... please tell he... he is lying...'
His eyes were soaked in tears while silence was the only answer he got.
"Roger tried to save you, but compared to my high magical energy yours was very weak and depleted," Hector slowly explained what happened. "That poison... It was enough to kill you at the spot when you got hit by it. Strangely you didn't die or suffer much at this ti... Quite impressive and also... weird."
"What do you an by that?" Jim's voice was getting weaker and filled with despair.
"I... dunno," Hector turned his head towards one direction while sighing. "I'm not that genius in this but according to Roger... Sothing stood between that poison and your soul... Sothing protected you at the expense of dying."
Hector gave Jim a suspicious glance as the latter's eyes were wide open at this mont. 'The... old man...' All of sudden Jim realized what happened.
"Damn!" he scread, scread in a way that made everyone standing around drop their heads to the ground and so even cried.
"I still held hope until we got here," Hector added, "master Mark examined you and others did. They all reached the sa conclusion. Your life was saved on the expense of being... crippled."
Jim's eyes were cherry red at this mont, filled with salty and burning tears that kept falling over his face.
He wasn't crying for himself, he was crying for the loss of his only and oldest friend.
For him, the old man was like his father... The father who didn't give birth to him or related by blood however he was the best father he ever had.
"I... am sorry," Hector said with true regret, "I should have helped in protecting you. But... I was careless..." he glanced all around, "we were all careless."
Jim didn't care about his apology at the mont while Hector took another breath of his cigarette. "That mad master still believes you've got a chance. But no one believes him."
Jim couldn't even see Hector clearly from his tears. "Do you want to hear out his crazy theory?" Hector asked while Jim was lost in his own grief.
Even when he left his ho, his world and ca here he didn't feel any speck of pain or regret at all.
But this ti was different. It was like he lost one of the most treasured people to him, a family mber, a true father.
And now he felt lonely, all lonely again.
And this was sothing he already knew how painful and bitter it was.
"He says your body did a strange counterattack over the poison," Hector kept talking as if Jim's silence was the approving signal for him to explain.
"He said your soul is pretty much damaged, but the position has already infiltrated it deeply. He says... your soul has rged with the poison to the point that using normal magical energy beca impossible for you anymore."
Hector shook his head while watching the silent wails of Jim. He could feel the pain of Jim, yet he wrongly thought about its reason.
"So... he wants to inject you again with the poison... Pretty crazy and la in my opinion. Going back again to that tornt and living a life of hell just to be able to use power again... I doubt you can even handle the poison."
Hector kept speaking while Jim's mind started to regain its clarity slowly as he heard these words.
"He believes the toxin that was about to kill you has turned into the fuel you need to run. Crazy bastard... as if he experienced the hell of that toxin before."
"W... What d... does he want?" Jim slowly said, trying to get the aning out of this talk.
"He wants to poison you again and this way you can use your energy like before," Hector said, "provided that the poison won't kill you, which is the only proven fact here."
"Stop talking trash about on my back," suddenly this strong voice ca from behind Hector as Igory stood there with his grander body. "It's not nice saying bad things to people."
Hector turned to give Igory a deep glance before standing up. "He is all yours," he said, "but stop your crazy sh*t. He got himself lucky this ti by a miracle and didn't die. Next ti he will!"
"Humph," Igory ignored the an words of Hector before glancing around, "leave this area now. Go there and wait for the results to be announced later after all the teams are gathered."
"As long as there are still so survivors at our side," Hector couldn't help but say while moving away.
And Igory totally ignored him while glancing at the wretched body of Jim.
"You got yourself a lot of fun this ti, right?" Igory crossed his arms, "do you know how you survived that deadly poison?"
"I... don't know," Jim said in a very depressed tone while the mory of his old man was torturing him. He wanted to speak, ask this crazy dragon about the odds of his old man surviving.
Yet he knew he couldn't say a word about that to anyone. He was now powerless, too weak to even raise up his voice and demand answers.
Especially to sothing so peculiar like having an ancient fairy soul speaking inside his head.
"I think you know," Igory's eyes seed to see through him. "That punk brought you up one day before the end of the expedition. I don't know what score you'll have but he assured you'll get first place."
"Getting the first place as a crippled person, right?" Jim bitterly said.
"I have a way to heal you up," Igory slowly said.
"I... heard about this," Jim slowly said.
"Don't make up your mind before hearing out," Igory felt Jim was about to refuse his proposal, "I know I'm speaking out of no real evidence or experience but this has a very high odds of success..."
"I accept your idea," before Igory could complete his sentence, Jim's firm tone rang inside his head.
"You... you accept this?" Mark's voice suddenly rang before he appeared alongside Rana. Jim titled his head with so difficulty and could see the conflicted expression of upset, anger, and doubt over their faces.
"You will die!" Rana shouted in distress. "This idea is crazy! I won't let you do it even if I had to fight you!"
Igory stayed silent while glancing at the real person with the power to decide everything here.
"What's the worth of my life if I wasn't strong enough to protect it?" Jim slowly said, "please stop it coach, I prefer to die trying than waiting for death to co at any mont."
Rana was so shocked by his words yet she couldn't say anything for a few monts. She knew he was telling the truth here and Mark stepped in to help her.
"Losing your powers isn't the end of the world," he said, "there are many clan mbers who lost their powers before and did great things in administration."
"They are clan mbers," Jim said in a bitter tone, "'not soone who is considered the enemy of those big clans here."
The words of him silenced Mark who knew this was the harsh truth.
"I choose not to live in fear for the rest of life," Jim said in a strange determination, "I choose to fight back for my life, even if I die trying."
And his words decided this matter regardless of anything else.
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