“Calm down, Edgar. You are not a lost cause yet. It's just...”
Derrell hesitated.
“Do you have a way, Master? Tell me!”
A glimmer of hope flashed across Edgar's eyes.
“At this point, if you want to recover,” Derrell said as he gritted his teeth, “you need to let evil enter your body. Only in that way can you be healed completely.”
Edgar became lost in thought upon hearing that. He did not understand what it meant to let evil into his body or, for that matter, what Derrell was even talking about.
“What do you mean, Master? I'll do whatever it takes for me to recover!”
With his mind set on recovery and revenge, Edgar gave no thought to the cost.
“Think carefully, Edgar,” Derrell warned. “Allowing evil spirits into your body will turn you neither human nor demon. The act might even devour your soul.”
“Whatever it takes, Master!” Edgar hollered for all he was worth. “It would be better than being bedridden all my life, anyway. I will do it!”
Derrell lapsed into thoughtful silence for a while before grinding his teeth resignedly. “I'll oblige you, then.”
After that, he exited the room but returned quickly with a wooden bell under his arm. A layer of dust covered the exquisite object.
Derrell brushed the dust off and gazed stoically at the wooden bell in his hand. “I hope I've made the right decision...”
He began muttering, and a streak of golden light burst forth from the wooden bell.
Edgar's eyes widened at the sight.
In an instant, a black smog emerged from the wooden bell and plunged the room into biting cold a moment later.
A dark shadow flickering in midair then became visible.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: A Warrior Undefeatable