The village was in chaos at this moment!
The recent battle between Kyrie, Wicked Bone, and Silas had caused extensive damage to many people and houses. Buildings and various structures collapsed, and many lives were lost.
With Wicked Bone's escape and witnessing the intense battle of the powerful warriors, the residents of the village scattered in panic as if facing doomsday. In their hearts, Wicked Bone was like a god, and they felt a collapse of their faith.
Meanwhile, Lachlan searched and inquired throughout the village, trying to find any trace of Summer.
Wicked Bone had claimed she was dead over the phone, but Lachlan held onto a glimmer of hope. In the end, he returned to the ruins of the small building at the center of the village, hoping to find some useful clues or items there.
As Lachlan approached a certain distance, he suddenly sensed a faint soul connection.
"Summer!" His face froze, and he immediately started rummaging through the debris.
Finally, he uncovered a piece of blood-red jade that exuded a grim aura. Using a soul command token, Lachlan subdued Summer, feeling the connection emanating from the blood jade.
With a single thought, a miniature figure appeared within the blood jade. The figure seemed distorted and not quite like Summer's soul.
"Master..." Summer directly communicated with Lachlan through the soul connection, her voice ethereal and elusive, as if not entirely real.
It carried a mixture of surprise, sorrow, and despair. She had died, her soul imprisoned within the blood jade by Wicked Bone, the sheer hopelessness evident.
Lachlan looked at the soul within the blood jade, feeling a sense of unease in his heart.
After all, Summer had died for him. Thinking back to when she called him before, and how he had doubted her, Lachlan couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and heartache.
"Summer, I'm sorry! It's my fault that you suffered!"
Lachlan took a deep breath and communicated with her soul. At this moment, any grudge he held against this woman had completely dissipated. All that remained was a sense of gratitude and remorse.
"Master, don't say that! I don't regret dying for you!"
"By the way, how is Nora? Is she okay?" Summer's soul asked. At this point, she had already died, but her greatest concern was Nora's well-being. If Nora had been harmed by Wicked Bone, her death would have been meaningless.
"Don't worry! My daughter is safe," Lachlan assured her with a sigh. "Thanks to you..."
Upon hearing this news, a hint of relief appeared in Summer's soul within the blood jade. "That's good to hear..."
At this moment, a determined expression filled Lachlan's eyes. "Summer, I won't let you just die like this. Your soul is still here, so everything will be alright. One day, I will help you rebuild your physical body and bring you back to life."
Hearing these words, Summer's soul trembled, and her voice carried a mix of anticipation and gratitude. "Good! Master, I believe in you."
"Yes! As long as I'm alive, I will make it happen. Stay in the blood jade for now, and I will ensure your soul remains intact," Lachlan nodded, speaking with utmost seriousness.
Although this journey didn't result in avenging his parents by killing Wicked Bone, Lachlan had successfully rescued Nora, achieving half of his goal.
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