Chapter 279: Reunion
“Wh-what happened?” Olivia slowly opened her eyes, her pupils glowing faintly in the darkness.
The elegant form of the Silver Dragon stretched her wings slightly, then strained to rise onto all four limbs, her body feeling alien—like it no longer belonged to her. The surroundings were dim, as if light itself was being devoured by some unseen force, causing her pupils to dilate.
“Wait… hold on… is this—”
Only now did Olivia fully awaken from her daze. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized—her bindings had been broken!
The heavy chains, once embedded deep into her flesh, were gone. The suffocating weight of captivity, the agonizing oppression—vanished like smoke.
“I’m not too late, am I?”
A familiar voice rang out.
The Silver Dragon froze—then disbelief turned into overwhelming joy as she spun around, her heart pounding. There he was—the figure she had longed for, the one she’d dreamed of in silence.
Black short hair, golden vertical pupils gleaming softly, a face of striking beauty, a noble long robe edged in gold, and faint traces of pale golden scales shimmering beneath the dim light—there stood Anher, the young Gold Dragon who had once sworn to her a promise he would keep.
“You… you…”
The sheer magnitude of the moment struck her like a thunderclap. Her entire body trembled.
She had rehearsed this reunion a thousand times in her mind. But now, faced with the reality, her emotions surged too violently—words choked in her throat. All she could do was stare, breathless, before finally whispering, barely audible:
“…I…
…am I not dreaming?”
Anher didn’t answer. He simply smiled, his eyes warm and knowing—like a silent affirmation: This is real.
Yes. The touch was real. The presence was real.
A sudden lump rose in Olivia’s throat. Tears welled up in her blue-gray eyes.
But then she looked down at her own body—scarred, torn, broken. Without even wiping the tears away, she hastily brushed them off with a claw, then cried out, voice trembling:
“Don’t look at me like that!
I look so… disgraceful!”
Before she could finish, a cascade of arcane radiance flared across her form. Her body shrank rapidly, transforming into a slender, silver-haired maiden, her aura regal and radiant.
But she hardly looked graceful.
“Mmm…”
Olivia collapsed into Anher’s arms, unable to hold back any longer. Tears streamed down her cheeks—pure, unrestrained emotion.
Anher gently cradled her, letting her cry—letting her release the pain, the loneliness, the years of silent suffering.
Her sobs echoed through the silent palace.
After a long while, Olivia finally noticed how unbecoming her behavior had been. She pulled back slightly, her fingers trembling as she pushed him away just enough to meet his gaze.
Her voice still cracked from crying.
“Anher… how long has it been?”
“Exactly ninety-eight days,” Anher replied—Kai Xiusu, in truth.
“The King of the Burnt vanished mysteriously months ago. I found a way to break the prohibition from an ancient ruin. I came as soon as I could. Did I make it in time?”
“Of course you did,” Olivia whispered, wiping her tears. A soft, radiant smile broke across her face. “You really… remembered our promise.”
Kai Xiusu stepped closer, brushing his lips near her cheek.
“I said I’d come—even if it meant burning every last drop of my soul, spending every treasure I had. That was my vow to you.”
“Let’s go. This place isn’t safe. No one knows when that King might return.”
“Mm.”
Olivia nodded fiercely, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Kai Xiusu took her slender hand and summoned a portal. They stepped through, vanishing into the unknown.
But the Silver Dragon, lost in the euphoria of reunion, blind to the truth, didn’t realize—her beloved promise had been nothing but a lie from the very beginning.
“Is this… Witch’s Veil Tavern?”
“You mentioned this place before. Said it was your favorite. It’s late. We should rest here for now.”
“Alright.”
Olivia’s lips curled into a soft, dreamy smile.
They entered the second-floor room. Candles shaped like witch’s staffs flickered on the walls, casting a warm, golden glow. The bed was draped with a finely woven silk blanket, patterns intricate and ancient.
The atmosphere was thick—charged, intimate.
Her silver hair flushed faintly pink. She’d never been in such a situation before.
Though she had no aversion to love—she saw it as something beautiful, noble—she’d spent most of her life buried in spellcraft. She’d never truly thought about this.
She fidgeted, overwhelmed.
After a long pause, she finally stammered:
“…Shall we sleep now?”
“Why not study a spell first, Olivia teacher?” Kai Xiusu teased, emphasizing the last word with a smirk.
He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, guiding her onto the soft, wide bed. Their bodies pressed together, entwined.
Olivia didn’t resist—but her face burned crimson, steam practically rising from her ears.
She tried to play it cool.
“W-what kind of spell?”
Kai Xiusu leaned into her ear, whispering:
“You’re Silver Star. We should discuss spells tied to the stars.”
Olivia’s body melted. Her breath grew ragged, sweat glistening on her skin.
But she still managed to whisper, voice strained:
“Y-you mean… the Crown of Stars?”
“Mmm—”
Her words were cut short as his lips claimed hers.
At first, she stiffened, instinctively resisting. But as time passed, as their breaths mingled, her gaze softened. Her mind blurred. She surrendered.
Kai Xiusu gently slipped off the star-studded gown that wrapped her form, revealing smooth, snow-white skin and a figure both delicate and powerful.
Her breathing grew urgent—each shallow gasp audible in the quiet room.
“Olivia, teacher… let’s begin with the spellcraft model…”
“No, Anher—”
“Olivia, I’m going to dive deep into the Weave of Magic—feel its pulse, reach the fragile core.”
“Anher, stop—!”
“If you do this, the Weave will tear apart!”
“Relax, Olivia,” he murmured. “This is natural. Only fools like the Netherese destroy the Weave.”
“I’m no mage. I can’t build delicate models. I just channel everything into the Primordial Sea—cause a surge of raw magic.”
“Anher… oh… is this… the strength of Arcane magic? So… powerful… so full…”
“No,” he whispered. “This is our Sorcerer’s Surge, drawn from the Chaos Sea. Feel it. Let it fill you. It brings strength… ecstasy beyond words.”
Two high-level spellcasters lost themselves in the study of magic.
The candles in the tavern flickered wildly—then died.
Darkness swallowed the room.
But above, the night sky blazed.
Stars shone with crystalline clarity. Occasionally, a meteor streaked across the heavens—its tail blazing red, falling straight or sweeping sideways, trembling as it left behind a ripple of light.
A brilliant comet cut through the constellations, its milky-white tail painting the dark sky with radiance, wrapping even the faintest stars in its glow.
Night trembled—shy, breathless.
It seemed to sigh, whispering a secret poem beneath the stars.
(End of Chapter)
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