"...and I was out of miracles."
The words left a bitter taste in my mouth even as they echoed silently in my skull.
The cell felt smaller suddenly—too close, too tight, the damp walls pressing inward.
The lantern sputtered once as if mocking .
Yuri’s chest rose and fell in shallow intervals.
The sweat cooling on her skin made her look feverish, but her expression—what little of it remained after unconsciousness reclaid her—still carried that faint trace of defiance.
Even asleep, Saint Joan insisted on glaring at the world.
My palms dragged slowly over my face, fingers curling into my hair for a mont before I forced them down.
My breath fogged faintly in the cold air.
Think.
I looked at my hand—the sa hand that only monts ago held all my hope in its glow.
White Nova had been the only purification technique that i possessed.
And it had done nothing.
Worse than nothing—it had been swallowed whole empowering whatever technique had been used to create Joan in the first place.
So what options did I have left?
My jaw tightened.
The system.
It was a gamble.
A stupid, reckless one.
But if White Nova couldn’t save her, then there was no point in clinging to the idea of saving points.
Points were worthless if Yuri never ca back.
The past would be laughing at my current self now, he/i had been building up a healthy reserve of points to enact a grand change in this form of mine, but now i was willing to forgo all of my own personal growth just to have her back.
Though even with all that said, i still stopped myself from going truely mad, earmarking only the cost to acquire two new skills from the current points that i possessed as i still needed the others to stabilize the empire and prepare for the conflicts yet to co, while other solutions also might exist to help Yuri break from her current situation.
I inhaled slowly, deeply, and let my focus shift inward.
A faint pulse responded—familiar, clinical, detached.
The system’s interface shimred into my mind’s vision like ink spreading over parchnt.
[Skill Store – Offensive | Defensive | Support]
Three draws wasnt much... but with luck it would be enough.
Not enough for certainty.
But enough for a prayer.
My thumb twitched over the ntal confirmation node.
"...If you’re in there," I murmured, eyes on Yuri’s pale face, "just hang on a little longer."
I confird the draw.
A chi like crystalline glass striking tal rang faintly in my mind.
[Acquired: Support Technique – Ironheart Discipline]
Effect:A ntal fortification technique that grants imnse resistance to illusions, fear, external influence, and morale-breaking effects.
I stared at the floating description.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
I closed my eyes.
Ironheart Discipline was powerful—useful in war, in training, in the battlefield.
It could help a commander keep their composure and stand with resolve even when the odds are stacked against them or if the enemy has a terror inducing aura skill.
But it did nothing—nothing—for mory restoration.
For reversing Aura rewrites.
For tearing down ntal cages.
It was not what I needed.
My jaw clenched until my teeth ached.
"I don’t need to protect myself," I whispered harshly. "I need sothing that can fix her."
The system, uncaring as stone, remained silent.
I looked again at Yuri—at the faint tremble of her exhausted fingers, at the silver-ringed irises barely visible through half-closed eyelids.
My chest tightened.
Another draw, then.
I didn’t even hesitate this ti.
Not many left.
Enough for one more try.
I confird the second draw.
The chi was softer this ti, almost hesitant.
[Acquired: Support Technique – Vital Bloom]
Effect:Rapidly accelerates healing of physical injuries, restores stamina, and rejuvenates weakened Aura pathways.
I laughed.
A quiet, humorless, incredulous sound.
"Healing. Stamina. Rejuvenation." I tapped the words ntally, my lips curling in frustration. "Not even close."
Powerful, yes.
Valuable, yes.
A magnificent draw for soone like who chose to fight on the frontlines with my forces... but even still this skill was utterly useless for what i was trying to acomplish.
Absolutely useless.
The laugh slowly died in my throat, leaving only a hollow ache.
I let my head fall forward, elbows braced on my knees. My hands dangled uselessly.
Two techniques.
Two good techniques.
Neither of them the one I needed most of all.
My points were gone.
My miracle was gone.
Yuri was still gone.
I could break the promise i made to myself weakening the empires abilities in the process, to draw drawing just one more ti-
A faint tallic clink sounded as her wrist shifted against the restraint, the only movent in the suffocating quiet.
I raised my head.
Her face was turned slightly toward again, unreadable in unconsciousness.
The silver around her irises caught the light like frost.
"...Yuri," I whispered again, softer this ti, almost a plea.
Nothing.
Only her slow, steady breathing.
The dungeon felt colder.
The lantern hissed as it burned low.
Vital Bloom and Ironheart Discipline lingered in my system, newly acquired, uselessly luminous like ornantal trinkets shoved in the hands of a drowning man.
I leaned back, spine pressing against the chill stone wall, and let out a slow exhale through tightly clenched teeth.
"Two abilities," I muttered, voice rough. "Two chances. And neither for you."
My hands balled into fists.
Not enough.
Not nearly enough.
This left only one option other than simply waiting more ti or turning to darker ans to seek a thod of recovery.
The Root.
My head lifted slightly at the thought.
A spark—not hope, but grim purpose—stirred in my chest.
If the system couldn’t save her...If White Nova couldn’t save her...
Then I would find sothing that could.
Even if it ant letting the Root dig into the sa ntal shadows that stole her from .
A faint shift of cloth drew my attention.
Her fingers curled weakly, almost as if reaching for sothing.
Or perhaps recoiling from so nightmare.
"Yuri..." I breathed again, the na breaking on the edges of my voice. "Hang on. Just a little longer."
The door at the top of the stairs creaked.
Footsteps—a pair, light and synchronized—descended with quiet precision.
Root agents.
Good.
I pushed myself upright, pulse steadying, expression hardening to sothing colder, sharper.
If the divine could not save her, then mortals would pry open heaven’s chains by force.
The footsteps approached the cell door.
I rose to et them.
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