Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 392 (Part 2):

‘Tempest Blade.’

Sian was a spirit mage, but he was also a mage. While his three spirits were being unsummoned, he had prepared a powerful spell that swept across the stage.

It hadn’t taken long for the man to dispel the spirits, but the artifact Sian possessed drastically reduced the casting time.

It was a lethal spell, one that Sian could be proud of. Against such a formidable opponent, holding back was out of the question.

‘Let’s give him a taste of this!’

That was Sian’s thought. But the result was disastrous. The man’s sword, cutting through Sian’s carefully prepared spell, delivered an unstoppable blow.

It was a miracle Sian hadn’t died on the spot.

The organizers, closely monitoring the unusual situation on stage, quickly restrained the man.

As Sian was carried off, the lone victor swallowed both humiliation and regret.

‘I should’ve ended his life with that single strike.’

To allow a mere mage to wound him—what a disgrace. Had he grown complacent from facing weaker opponents?

Moreover, among the countless duels he had fought, he had met this mage twice.

Wasn’t this Lumen’s divine sign to end the man’s life? Yet fearing disqualification for intentional killing, he had no choice but to retreat.

The man looked down at his sword with cold eyes. His blade, untainted by even a drop of blood, gleamed as if proving its purity.

Lumen’s holy sword, still imbued with light, had yet to reveal its true form.

‘Is there truly an opponent worthy of revealing this sword’s true power?’

The man completely dismissed the possibility of his own defeat. Such a future did not exist for the chosen one.

Calmly sheathing his sword, the man descended from the stage with the demeanor of a victor. There was still a long way to go before the finals.

He was in the midst of a holy war. Reflecting on his negligence today, he vowed to complete his mission without further lapses.

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The medical team acted swiftly. After stemming the bleeding on stage, they transported Sian to the infirmary. Specialized healing mages gathered around him, pouring magic into his drained body. Sian’s unconscious face was pale, his condition dire.

He had been deeply cut across the abdomen. A little higher, and it would have been fatal.

“The wound is too deep! Will he regain consciousness?”

“The external injuries have healed, but he’s lost too much blood.”

Recovery magic required the recipient’s own life force and mental strength to fully heal.

Having his spirits unsummoned in quick succession had drained both to their limits. He wasn’t in a state to fully receive the recovery magic.

No matter how much magic was poured into him, it leaked out like water from a broken vessel. The mages were sweating profusely.

“This is beyond us. We need a high-level mage to replenish his life force.”

“Then hurry…”

At that moment, the infirmary door burst open.

“You can’t just barge in here!”

Amid the commotion, someone lightly pushed past the guards and entered the room. A clear voice rang out.

“Let me take a look. I might be able to help.”

The mages in the room turned to look at the sudden intruder. A beautiful woman with lavender hair and violet eyes.

They knew who she was. A participant named Violet, and a highly skilled mage at that.

They didn’t know if she excelled in recovery magic, but they were in desperate need of any help they could get.

However, one of the mages hesitated and asked her, “How can we trust you?”

“I know him.”

The stage had been a bloodbath. The surroundings were in chaos.

Alea, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, quickly approached Sian.

Without waiting for the mages to stop her, she placed her hand over Sian’s heart.

‘He’s barely clinging to life.’

The quick response had been effective. As someone nearing the realm of an Archmage, she could save a life as long as death hadn’t claimed it.

A massive amount of magical energy gathered in Alea’s hand, emitting a white light. If the vessel was broken, she would repair the vessel itself.

A powerful healing magic delved deep into Sian’s body. The mages watching her work gasped in astonishment.

“How is this possible…!”

“Who are you?”

A mage they had never seen before. With such striking looks and this level of skill, she should have been famous.

Suspicious and astonished gazes fell upon Alea. Without even glancing at them, she coldly replied, “I need to focus, so please leave for now. Questions can wait later.”

Her authority and skill left no room for argument. After ushering them out, Alea continued to heal Sian’s body and then awakened his consciousness.

The pain would be gone, so waking his mind would help him recover on his own. After all, he was a mage too.

Soon, Sian groaned and opened his eyes.

“Ugh…”

“Are you awake?”

Sian frowned and looked up at Alea. He seemed a bit disoriented.

“…The Grim Reaper? You look like Alea…”

“I just saved your life, and you’re spouting nonsense.”

Sian, who had been muttering incoherently, finally came to his senses.

“Alea? I’m not dead?”

Alea shook her head.

“You seem to know how close you were to death. You were lucky.”

If the initial response had been delayed or if the wound had been slightly deeper, he wouldn’t have survived.

The heir of Rodril dying in a mere martial arts tournament would have been a pitiful end.

Sian muttered blankly, “I think I had a near-death experience… I saw something incredible.”

His hand touched his abdomen. The fully healed wound was clean.

Alea’s healing magic was exceptional but couldn’t fully restore lost magical energy and vitality. Time would be needed for that. Her tone remained indifferent.

“If it helps your magical growth, good. But tell me—how did this happen? You’re not the type to lose so easily by just anyone.”

Despite her usual disregard for Sian, even Alea, who objectively rated his abilities quite highly, was shocked by the situation.

Alea’s violet eyes were deadly serious. This was the same Sian who had been fine even in the depths of the Forest of Roots. It was shocking, to say the least.

Someone approached from outside the door. Alea glanced toward the entrance and stared at Sian, demanding an answer.

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