Chapter 193: Change [2]

"Hieaaaa—"

A scream suddenly rang and Amelia was jolted awake from her sleep.

Her guard was immediately up and she turned to look at Carl who was also awake.

And as she turned her head to the side....

"Hieaaaa—"

Brandon.

He was the one screaming.

His eyes were closed and his body twitched spontaneously.

"Brandon!"

She got out of her sleeping bag and neared him.

"Hieaaaa—"

His screaming intensified and he started clenching his face.

Amelia was worried.

Was it another case of his mana being unstable?

But that shouldn't be the case.

His mana wasn't leaking.

A nightmare, perhaps?

But the way he was reacting was concerning. Brandon was clutching his chest and tightening the grip on his face.

"Brandon!"

She called out to him as she tried to shake off his hands away from his face and chest.

Since her strength was higher than his, she managed to pin his arms down while laying on top of him.

"Hieaaaa—"

Brandon's head shook from side to side and his scream continued to echo.

All of a sudden, black flames started condensing around his arm and Amelia backed off as soon she felt the heat.

Brandon had told her about his flames. It would sap whatever it was burning's strength away.

All she could do was watch as all sorts of elements escaped Brandon.

Flames

Vooosh—!

Ice

Crack...!

Wind.

Swoosh—!

It was only for a brief second and Brandon clutched his stomach once again.

The only thing Amelia could think of to help him was give him her mana.

She knew how compatible their mana was, and though she wasn't a healer, for some reason, her mana was like a source of medicine to Brandon.

With such thoughts, Amelia extended her hand forward and her palms started emitting a bright glow.

She reached forward, but before her palms met his body....

"Huaa...!"

Brandon awoke from his slumber and immediately lifted his body up.

"Haaa...."

He took a deep heavy breath and Amelia and Carl exchanged worried looks.

She looked back at him and pursed her lips.

"Are you okay?"

"...."

He didn't respond and he continued clutching his face.

"Brandon?"

"We need to go."

He suddenly replied and stood up.

Immediately, he started folding his sleeping bag.

"Brandon, what happened?"

"...."

They knew the location, they just needed to find it.

But at the moment, they were still building up their strength.

Thankfully, the Sovereigns' Descent progression bar refused to move.

But on the other hand...

[Wraiths' Descent: 24%]

Again, it moved up a number.

By estimation, it might shoot up to a hundred in a year or so.

And somehow, it coincided with the upcoming invasion.

Then...

The two seemed to be related.

There was no doubt in Brandon's mind that whatever the syndicate was planning was somehow related to the Wraith's.

And for the Primordials, what were they really?

They seemed to be against the syndicate.

So, were they really a criminal organization?

Or were they just the type of group who wouldn't mind getting their hands dirty to achieve their goals?

They were an enigma.

But regardless, they seemed to be on his side.

"We need to go."

"You need to rest."

Brandon urged, and Amelia responded.

"Didn't you hear what I said? The Wraith's are coming."

"And in your current state, what are you gonna do?"

"...."

Yeah, he was a mess.

His hair was disheveled and his eyes felt heavy.

But he couldn't sleep.

It became apparent to him that the only reason he was able to close his eyes earlier was due to the warning.

But now...

He was afraid.

Afraid of a sudden instability, and afraid of another warning.

The pain was real, and he definitely felt it.

"Rely on me. I'm here. I'll protect you."

Her words.

He couldn't respond.

He laid back.

"...."

But as soon as he did, he felt the curves on her chest at the back of his head.

"Ah."

He pulled back and laid his head on her lap.

Amelia caressed his disheveled hair and her hands emitted a bright glow.

Feeling the warmth of her mana, he grabbed one of her hands and clutched it.

Their fingers intertwined and Amelia's mana began to seep into him.

He felt like he was at peace.

This feeling.

It was familiar.

The same as back then in the student council room.

But he soon recalled the certain vision he had back then.

Amelia was going to die.

His grip on her hand tightened at the thought of it.

He secretly promised to himself.

'I'll protect you too.'