"Binding vow."
At that moment, the flames spread across the vicinity, unveiling themselves, as if the pitch–black color wasn't its true form.
Gradually, the color of amethyst crackled, coalescing itself with the flames, crawling, seamlessly blending in.
Until all the flames had turned amethyst.
Rumble... Rumble...
The ground shook intensely, and the mana in the atmosphere suddenly grew heavy.
Brandon gritted his teeth, furrowed his brow, and tears continued dripping down his cheek as he poured in all of his focus on the skill.
The amethyst flames engulfed his entire figure, burning him. Scorch marks appeared all over, and cracks started to spread all over his body.
The pain was unbearable.
But Brandon persisted
"Wait, Brandon. What are you doing?!"
Amelia suddenly screamed desperately.
"I'll save her."
"But your body.... You're not going to make it!"
Everyone watched awestruck, their eyes wide open, and their mouths hung agape.
"It's a binding vow...."
Ivan said as he felt goosebumps all over his body.
Amelia's eyes widened.
"A binding vow?!"
"A special trait only available to curse affinity users... I've seen my fair share of binding vows. But I've never seen one this intense...."
Ivan screamed with raised brows.
"Stop what you're doing, boy! One death is enough! We can't have two!"
Amelia flicked her head from Ivan, back to Brandon.
"Brandon, stop! You know it's impossible to bring the dead back to life!
Cold sweat trickled down her face as she desperately pleaded.
Pleading for him not to die too.
Bringing the dead back to life was unheard of.
Not a single curse affinity user had managed to do so.
In the first place, there was prejudice, disdain, towards curse affinity users.
The way curse affinity users deal with their exchanges left a bitter taste in everyone's mouth.
It wasn't worth it.
An affinity that continuously harms the user upon each use.
And sadly, Brandon was one such user.
Suddenly, Brandon turned his head slightly.
The air thick with anticipation, growing heavy in each passing second.
He suddenly spoke.
"Even if it's impossible, what kind of brother would I be if I won't even try and put myself at risk?"
He fixed his attention back to his lifeless sister.
"If I die, then I'll just meet my sister in the afterlife."
He shook his head.
"If she isn't there, then I will find her. No matter what, I will find Belle."
Then he turned his head slightly and met Amelia's gaze.
Drip.
Before she realized it, a tear trickled down her cheek. Scanning Brandon's face, tears spread across his features.
There were bags under his eyes, and his lips turned pale white.
"You can doubt my decision. But Belle... she was always there for me during my highs and lows. When I was still quite new to this world, she welcomed me with open arms."
"What are you—"
"She treated a fake like me as if I were her real brother. She accepted the current me for who I was without looking for the old Brandon."
"...."
What is he....
"Someone like her... Her life is worth more than mine. I don't wanna say I'm God, but...."
"What are you trying to say...?!"
"...I'll take her to heaven even if I die."
A sudden chill ran down Amelia's spine as she stared at Brandon—pouring all of his mana into his final skill.
"Brandon!"
A magic sword pierced through the air, aiming to strike Brandon's calf.
But it completely disintegrated as amethyst flames consumed it.
"I'll save you, Belle."
Brandon said, pushing all of his feelings into his mana.
His desperation.
His sadness.
His sorrow.
His despair.
.....And his hope.
He turned his head slightly, giving Amelia one last smile.
"Thank you for everything."
And then.....
"Stop—"
He vanished.
The amethyst flames had fully engulfed both him and Belle, as if they were never there to begin with.
The purple hyacinth flames gradually dematerialized.
Thump!
Amelia's jaw slacked open and she fell on both knees, speechless by what she had just witnessed.
Drip. Drip...!
But the tears.
"...."
They wouldn't stop pouring down.