Chapter 1364 Edge Of Death

Chapter 1364 Edge Of Death

[Moments Later]

"You did well... protecting Serah. And you too, Serah... good job being brave."

Despite the devastation and corpses that lay around, the compound was soon sprawling with some life after the backup guards—both warriors and mages, who were previously out on patrol or were warded off by the barrier of the Blood Mages—arrived on the scene.

They were clearing away the debris, and trying their best to account for all kinds of collateral.

Still under the canopy of darkness, a distance from the rest of the workers was Mordred, as well as the two kids who stood before him. Neron and Serah had somewhat shaken expressions on their faces, and for good reason.

The invasion had come as a shock to all of them, and since they were kids, it only made sense that they would be most affected by it.

For Serah, she still had some vestiges of fright displayed on her face, but Neron's demeanor was completely different. He looked upset.

Very... very upset.

'Damnit! They killed Aldred... those bastards!'

He gritted his teeth, completely zoning out of every word that Aldred uttered. Instead, his mind pictured the fight he had with the Blood Mages.

Frustration boiled within him as he regretted not being able to do more—kill more.

'Those monsters...' They reminded Neron about the aspects of Magic that he despised. '... Why did they have to go so far?'

His friends all died because of a greedy Magic Scholar, and now rogue Mages ended up ruining his home; nearly killing himself and his friend.

'Still... father saved me with Magic.'

No matter how he felt about it, Magic still had its place in the world. As much as it could be used as a force for evil, it could also be a useful tool for good.

That was what Neron desired to focus on.

"Thanks, father. Why are you praising Serah, though? She didn't even do anything..." Neron shrugged, smiling cheekily at the girl beside him.

"H-hey—!"

As she pouted at him, he shrugged even more and acted nonchalant.

It was clear that he was trying to lighten the atmosphere and quell the very tense mood in his own way. When Mordred saw this, he smiled and nodded knowingly.

Right now the boy only had Serah and the Crimson Family to support him.

"D-dad...?"

'I thought I could do more for you...' As he plunged into unconsciousness, Mordred had strings of regret filling him up.

"D-dad... please wake up..."

'... If only I had more time.'

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[Several Days Later]

"U-urgh...?"

Mordred awoke to a surreal scene, finding himself lying in a comfortable bed in the center of a stark white room. His senses slowly returning to him, he felt a strange, soothing warmth enveloping his body, emanating from the luminescent barrier that surrounded the bed. It was as if the light itself held healing properties, gently easing the aches and pains that had plagued him.

'How am I still alive?' He wondered, slowly lifting his gaze.

Realization dawned on Mordred as he surveyed his surroundings. He recognized the room; it was a part of his manor, after all.

'It's the recovery chamber. But still... I don't think that would have saved my life. No... it couldn't have.' As Mordred thought this, his mind raced to piece together the events that had led him here. Memories of battle and pain flashed through his mind, followed by a sense of relief knowing that he was now in a place of safety and recovery.

He didn't die, after all.

'But, if I'm here, then what about everyone? What about Nero—?'

As he lay there, still processing the situation, the door to the chamber slid open with a soft hiss, admitting a figure into the room. Mordred's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the familiar face of his son standing in the doorway, concern and shock etched into his features.

"Neron...?"

Tears fell from the eyes of the son and father as they stared at each other in perfect warmth.

"Dad...!"

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