Chapter 473: Zeras Gets Broken Eternally

Chapter 473: Zeras Gets Broken Eternally

Chapter 473: Zeras Gets Broken Eternally

“What... what do you mean?” Zeras asked.

But in the next second, he sensed an immediate change from Vornek as he watched that strange aura disperse, and finally, the aura that he knew returned.

His transformation thwarted, and what was now revealed to Zeras was an emaciated figure, with no sign of blood at all, dried up like a corpse, with his face sunken in.

Laying him onto the floor, Zeras watched as Vornek began coughing before slowly opening his dim golden-colored eyes.

“Zeras?” Vornek asked in shock as he looked at that familiar face, in disbelief. He couldn’t believe it; Zeras was supposed to be dead five years ago!

“It is me, Vornek,” Zeras replied. But all he got was Vornek turning to look around him. “Where is he? Where is Vassago?” He asked Zeras, struggling to move his body, all to no avail.

“He has been reduced to ashes by your very hands, Vornek. I watched as you destroyed him,” Zeras said as he watched a smile bloom on Vornek’s face, and with that smile came a loss in something.

“Do you know, Zeras? That I have never been so happy and sad at the same time as I am right now?” He asked, and Zera’s face changed as he watched blood spew out of the side of Vornek’s lips.

“You have to stop talking, Vornek. Your injury will only get worse. Right now, I have to bring you back. There should be someone that can help you,” Zeras said as he proceeded to lift him off the ground. But he was stopped when the hold on Vornek’s hands tightened.

“Don’t bother, Zeras. I casted an art. A life-exchange art. It is already too late for me,” Vornek replied as Zera’s face changed massively. When he looked at Vornek’s core, he could truly see it shriveling up.

An intense grief that overshadowed all of his senses. Even when he had lost his cultivation base, even when he had lost everyone and the world seemingly turned its back against him. He had never mourned at all. He didn’t even shed a single tear.

But this stings, this stings more than death! This stings more than all the pain that he had gone through since he had been born into this world. He didn’t just lose a friend, Zeras had forever lost a part of his soul.

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Time passed, a day, two days, a week, two weeks, a month...

The dark clouds have long dispersed, and the darkness that covered the various peaks of the dragon settlement has long been cleansed.

Mana once again poured through the entire dragon settlement which had quickly recovered from the past wounds. But only a single thing remained unchanged.

The figure who sat outside the wall, having stayed in the same position for a month now. And the blood that dripped down his eyes for the past month now.

The dragons, of course, had already sighted him, but none of them approached him as directed by the elders that were still remaining in the dragon settlement. Instead, they had found a new way.

After a full month, Zeras finally raised up his head as he looked over the settlement, and he could see.

A gigantic statue of a golden-haired young man, holding a sword in his hands as he looked up at the sky, the feeling of pride emanating from his very being... It was the image of a person he had forever lost, the image of...

“Vornek...”