Chapter 564: Chapter 22: The Girl in the Blizzard
After teasing the girl in his embrace for a bit, watching the charming blush rise on her snowy cheeks and her little face grow warm, Ig’s golden eyes overflowed with shyness. A smile touched Ig’s lips as he helped her up, his other hand smoothing her silk-like golden hair.
The wood was burning, its orange flame flickering in the darkness, casting light and warmth of various colors around… Outside this firelight, the dark night enveloped everything, and the sound of wind and snow, laced with frost and snow, howled through the forest leaves.
Ig’s pupils seemed to fix on the gusting wind and snow.
The air fell silent for a moment, with only the whistling wind and snow outside the forest and the crisp crackling of burning wood to be heard.
“Ig… are you worried?”
Suddenly, her palm was gently held by a delicate little hand, and the girl’s voice rang out.
“How could I be?”
Ig turned his head, smiling slightly at the girl’s lifted little face. He ruffled her little head with his other hand:
“Veer doesn’t need to worry. Just wait for Little Fei to come back. Maybe she’ll run into some kind person. Besides, didn’t we see the tracks of wheels during the day… Veer, you should rest well. When dawn comes, we’ll surely be able to find a village and a city nearby.”
Ig smiled relaxedly, comforting the girl. He glanced again towards the blizzard in the dark outside the campfire, his expression growing somber in a place the girl couldn’t see.
Was he truly as he claimed, or was he, like the girl beside him, filled with the same confusion and fear?
Ig couldn’t deny the emotions in his heart:
This was a cold and unfamiliar continent. Could he protect this girl who was so attached to him…? Furthermore, Fraria’s suggestion was for them to find the Elf Goddess and the Elf’s Sacred Spring, and here, what means did he have to stop the God King’s will within Verafia’s body?
Even for someone as optimistic as him, thinking about the potential future only made him force a smile onto his face, while his heart was heavy, even filled with immense fear.
Suddenly, his wrist was grasped by a slender little hand. Ig’s gaze flickered, and he quickly turned his head, putting on a smile: “Veer…”
As he turned his gaze, he saw the girl lifting her little face slightly, her clear golden pupils seeming to see right through his thoughts.
Ig couldn’t help but curse himself, thinking that he had finally managed to cheer the girl up a little, and now, because of a trace of his exposed emotion, she had become dejected again.
Just as he was thinking about how to make amends, he felt the girl pull his wrist slightly: “I’m fine, Ig… Don’t worry about me.”
The girl leaned closer against him, her slender jade fingers gently grasping: “Actually, I know what you want to say… but just now, I was worried about that Wing of Death.”
Verafia knew that Anderdun was within the boy’s body, but she didn’t mind if he overheard.
“Anderdun…”
Ig turned his head, looking at the girl’s charming and beautiful delicate face leaning against his shoulder, appearing even more captivating under the shimmering soft flames, and asked haltingly.
“Yes.”
Verafia lowered her eyelids, her slender eyelashes casting fine shadows on her snow-like delicate face under the swaying flames, and said:
“After all, this Demon Race member was the Wing of Death back then, and one of the most powerful beings under the Demon King. What if he has some sinister plot… Moreover, it was he who placed the Death Divine Spark within you. Hmm…”
The girl pondered for a moment, raised her little hands to her chest, and suddenly, a verdant light surged, appearing in her delicate hands.
“What is this…?”
Verafia moved her tender hands slightly. After the verdant light dimmed, in her little hand was a divine spark, covered in cracks, yet still containing the power of the world’s laws.
In Lichen’s sky, to break free from Lancaster’s control, Verafia unleashed “Life’s Flame,” which fused with the power of creation. The price was that she was pierced through and through by the divine spark’s power. At the same time, this half of Atros’s Life Divine Spark was almost shattered and had yet to recover even a fraction of its power.
Previously, Verafia had continued to store it within her body, hoping to use Herafir’s reviving will within the Flame Divine Spark to see if it could be repaired, but now, she took it out.
“Veer…?”
In response to Ig’s surprised voice, Verafia shook her head:
“It’s been with me for so long and hasn’t had any effect. Besides, I can’t use it… It’s better to give it to you. After all, this is the other half of Atros’s divine rank. If that Demon Race member really intends to use the Death Divine Spark for harm, even if it’s severely damaged, it can offer some prevention.”
Having said that, Verafia, without waiting for Ig to object, directly stuffed the divine spark in her hand into his, turning into a streak of verdant light that merged into Ig’s body.
The divine rank was a manifestation of the world’s laws condensed above the mortal realm. Even if Ig wanted to refuse, with his cultivation level, he couldn’t possibly take it out.
—As for why she was able to merge this Creation Divine Spark into Ig’s body, Verafia remembered that it was Ig who had found this divine spark and given it to Chrisis. From the perspective of destiny, it was originally Ig’s possession.
A faint smile touched Verafia’s lips, and then, as if remembering something, she raised her head and admonished: “Hmm, and Ig, don’t be so foolish as to go looking for that Demon Race member, Anderdun… I’ve said it before, this is your thing, and this young lady can’t use it anyway.”
Ig had to nod in agreement. Verafia’s mood relaxed slightly, and her little head rested on Ig’s shoulder again.
—Although just taking out the divine spark consumed far more spiritual energy than expected, for Verafia at the moment, exhausting all the energy she had saved from resting, she felt completely weary.
Ig noticed her unusual state and stood up with her in his arms: “However, Young Lady, have you exerted yourself again? Now, I need to take you to rest…”
At this moment, a gust of wind carrying frost and snow suddenly blew past, extinguishing the burning campfire. A few fine white frost crystals condensed on Verafia’s eyelashes. She blinked her eyes slightly and tugged at Ig’s arm with her little hand, signaling him to put her down.
As the wind and snow passed, a tall and slender girl’s figure appeared before her. A white robe concealed her body, and in the wind and frost, her ice-blue long hair cascaded down.
“What is this…” A faint voice came from the girl’s lips.
Ig helped the girl, raising his head to look at this suddenly appearing girl. Although he couldn’t see her face, he could clearly imagine her cold and indifferent cheeks.
“Miss, have you also gotten lost in the blizzard?”
