Chapter 336: Young Miss Sevia Can Certainly Do It

After seeing off the elderly couple.

Sevia returned to the workshop alone.

She continued the refinement of her Soul and the practice of her sword techniques.

She yearned to complete the materialization of her Soul Power as soon as possible and advance to a Second-Ring Wizard; that way, she could better assist Xu Xi.

"Young Miss Sevia, your face…"

"Are you injured?"

The next day.

Sevia opened the workshop doors.

The two elderly people arrived again, carrying numerous items.

In addition to food, there were also some uncommon herbs.

"Grandpa Hansen, Grandma Mena, what is this?" The outlines of the trees grew clear in the dawn light, casting dappled shadows, and the girl looked at the two elders in confusion.

After a bit of questioning.

She learned why the elders were doing this.

Yesterday, The Hansens had seen Sevia's face wrapped in bandages and her hands tightly clutching her cloak, and they felt that she was in a state that left them worried.

"Young Miss Sevia is a good person."

"Perhaps, perhaps we can be of some help."

The elders, unaware of the truth of her undead transformation, fumbled with the herbs they had gathered, wanting to help Sevia heal the wounds on her face.

Drip—

Drip—

A breeze brushed past, and the morning dew dripped onto the ground.

Amidst those delicate and pleasant sounds, Sevia finally snapped out of it and declined the elders' kindness with a smile: "Grandpa Hansen, Grandma Mena, thank you for your kind intentions."

"But I… my situation is a bit special."

Recalling a long time ago when people feared her because of her identity as an undead.

The girl's voice paused slightly.

She did not reveal the truth that she was an undead.

Instead, she found a reasonable explanation.

She said that her face had been disfigured in a great fire, burned into something deformed and ugly, and because so much time had passed, there was no possibility of repair or recovery.

Therefore.

Although she was very grateful for the elders' kindness.

The herbs they brought were of no use to her.

Hansen: "So that's how it is…"

Mena: "Poor Young Miss Sevia, you must have suffered a great deal."

Sevia's explanation was successful.

Both elders believed her words and no longer insisted on bringing herbs.

But at the same time, a deep affection for Sevia revealed itself in the elders' cloudy eyes; they felt that Sevia being disfigured by fire was far too tragic.

After that.

Sevia received even more gifts of other kinds.

Sometimes it was sweet wild fruit gathered by the elders.

Sometimes it was snacks they had made themselves.

As if treating her like their own granddaughter, the two elders, who were nearing the end of their lives, continuously used their clumsy ways to protect and care for Sevia.

"Lord Wizard, these things…"

"Accept them, Sevia. These are the elders' kind intentions."

The undead girl was somewhat lost and at a loss for what to do.

She reflexively looked toward Xu Xi.

With Xu Xi's gentle encouragement, she accepted the elders' benevolent care and did not refuse those simple gifts.

The dawn slowly pulled back the curtain.

The night opened the dwelling of the stars.

The sky of the Wizard World presented a faint bluish-purple hue, a transformation where light and Death Qi met, gradually transitioning into the ultimate darkness.

Xu Xi's strength gradually increased, and the modifications concerning the Nether Ravens also yielded results.

During this period.

The materialization of Sevia's Soul also saw a significant Breakthrough, and her relationship with the two elders became increasingly harmonious.

…

Occasionally, while talking with The Hansens, Sevia would fall into a daze of the past.

"Young Miss Sevia."

"Young Miss Sevia."

The elders' form of address.

Always made Sevia think of the time a thousand years ago.

The pride and expectations of her parents, the care and attention of the servants, the admiration and respect of the subjects.

Those gazes.

Those voices.

Seemed to cross the long years, surfacing before her eyes once again.

"Young Miss Sevia," the farmwoman Mena's kind voice interrupted the undead girl's reminiscence.

White-haired, withered and warm, her skin-and-bone hand gently held Sevia's.

"You really are so pitiable."

Looking at Sevia's face, the old woman felt pity for her.

She felt.

That such a kind Sevia deserved a better life, rather than having a scarred face forced to be wrapped in bandages.

"It's alright, Grandma Mena, I've already gotten used to it."

The autumn sky appeared exceptionally high and distant.

The sun was gradually turning cold.

Yet the girl's voice revealed warmth.

Having experienced countless hardships, she did not follow the old woman's words and feel how pitiable or helpless she was; instead, she smiled softly and said she had long since gotten used to it all.

"Grandpa Hansen, Grandma Mena, with Lord Wizard helping me, I am not pitiable."

"Lord Wizard…"

"Ah, yes, there is also Lord Wizard."

Under the girl's puzzled gaze.

The two elders looked at each other, and those eyes full of the sediment of time revealed a bit of a smile.

"If it's Young Miss Sevia, it should be possible…"

"Young Miss Sevia is a good person, and Lord Wizard is also a good person…"

"I really want to see that day, old man…"

"But our time is running out…"

The Hero blinked in confusion.

The wind was faint, and a few autumn leaves were blown off the branches; the Hero reflexively caught them, and though she used no strength, the withered leaves easily crumbled between her fingers.

Withering and falling.

Was the eternal melody of autumn.

At the same time, the intensifying dark vortex in the sky was also a sign of the Netherworld drawing ever closer.

…

[The winds rise and clouds surge, the sun and moon are in disorder]

[You wait patiently for the changes in the world]

[Finally, in the last moments of late autumn, you see the gloom of the world and the Necromantic Storm sweeping through once again]

[The "Tsunami" has arrived]

[Layer upon layer of darkness swallows all the colors of the world, and even the sun's remaining light is submerged, leaving only a pitch-black, twisted Black Sun]

[Silence, mourning, fury]

[In your observation, the Wizard World presents an extreme distortion, and the truths belonging to the world are crumbling inch by inch]

The world's final radiance before death.

Would make the dark world return to being bright and beautiful.

Then.

When the world overdraws its last bit of warmth.

What would the shattered heaven and earth become?

At this moment, Xu Xi witnessed the answer to the question with his own eyes: a surging storm of Death Qi linked the sky and the earth, frantically destroying everything of the living.

More numerous undead creatures.

More deathly environmental changes.

A more distorted direction for the world.

Everything, everything symbolized the world stepping into destruction.

"Is that so… the countdown has already begun," Xu Xi flew out from the mountaintop, overlooking the distant land from the air, calmly watching the changes in the world.

As time passed.

These changes would become increasingly violent.

Until the Wizard World was completely swallowed by the Netherworld, becoming a part of its composition.

If he still wanted to explore something or research something, setting out now was the best choice.

Otherwise, once the world was destroyed.

The opportunity would be completely gone.

"A hundred years? Or perhaps, two hundred years?" Xu Xi silently calculated the time until the end of the world; he somewhat understood why Wizards of the Fourth-Ring and above had left.

Such a world was indeed not suitable for staying in.

Too boring.

And too deathly silent.