Ark Undead

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Melanie felt the fingers slowly leave her lips, and then she heard those words.

Without realizing it, she asked the question with some anxiety.

"And what about you, sister? Will we ever see each other again?"

"me?"

A smile spread across the Fire Maiden's face; she could feel Melantha's concern for her.

"Perhaps we'll have a chance to meet again, I don't know..."

She couldn't give the child a definite answer, because she didn't know what the outcome of what she was about to do would be.

However, the fact that Melanie is standing here means that their future efforts will not be in vain.

But whether she herself will still exist in the end is not a question that the Fire Maiden would consider.

After all, her goals were never just for herself.

For some reason, upon hearing the Fire Mage's answer, Melantha suddenly felt an extremely strong sense of reluctance.

But before Melantha could do anything, she felt the hand that had been stroking her head press on her shoulder.

The Fire Mage spun Melantha around to face herself.

“My child, your time is running out. I can feel the flame within you gradually weakening.”

She gently reached out and grasped Melanie's hand.

"This is the last thing I can do for you. Remember this feeling well, and never forget it."

"The flame you received from him is proof of your kingship. And all I can do is..."

In that instant, Melantha felt as if her entire body was immersed in flames.

The flames that had been building up in his chest seemed to have been scattered by something, and surged toward his limbs.

The burning pain swept through my body in an instant, and then disappeared just as quickly.

Only a warm sensation remained, spreading throughout my body.

An immense power surged into Melantha's body. After an unknown amount of time, she slowly opened her eyes and saw the Fire Mage before her once more.

As always, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, as if she were looking at her own child with tenderness.

How are you feeling?

"Wow, that's amazing!"

Melantha tried blinking, then reached for the straight sword at her waist.

The straight knife in her hand seemed to have suddenly lost a lot of weight; in Melantha's hands, it was as light as a feather.

She could sense that her physical fitness had improved significantly.

However, at the same moment, Melantha's body began to become transparent.

"It seems the time has come."

"Huh?!"

Before Melantha could react, her hands became increasingly blurry, transforming into a golden light.

The fire-wielding woman in front of her seemed to be saying something, but Melantha could no longer hear her.

She didn't want to leave like this.

The woman in front of me smelled almost exactly like my teacher—both were so warm and captivating.

If I want to never see her again, then at least...

Melantha reached into her chest and pulled the round badge off her neck.

"Sister, take this!"

Melantha's body felt as if it were being pulled by something, and she couldn't reach out to touch the Fire Mage.

She could only throw it with all her might, aiming it towards the direction of the Fire Mage.

"This is a gift from my teacher. You need it more than I do now!"

Her words left only a final trace in the air before her entire body transformed into specks of sparks and dissipated into nothingness.

The Fire Maiden hurriedly reached out and caught the gift Melantha had left for her.

It was at this moment that the experts outside the sacrificial site walked in.

"What happened? I heard someone shouting."

"fine."

The Fire Maiden responded calmly.

"She left."

"Is that so...?"

The expert nodded slightly, then turned and left through the front door.

The Fire Mage gripped the badge she had received from Melantha tightly in both hands.

Only after the experts left did she open her hands, which had been clasped together.

On that badge, a flame seemed to be alive, gently flickering.

In a daze, she even felt that she was still beside him.

Now, the Fire Girl finally realized just how precious the gift Melantha had given her truly was.

"Good boy..."

With a soft sigh, silence returned to the sacrificial site.

Only the remains of the royal artifact remain, emanating a faint warmth.

375. Badge

When Melantha opened her eyes again, she saw not a dark sky, but a grand hall illuminated by lights.

She stood where she had originally entered through the fog gate, and had just made out the figures in front of her when she was surrounded.

"Are you OK?"

Skadi approached Melantha and gently waved her hand in front of her eyes.

How did you get here? What happened to you inside?

Melantha didn't react for a moment. After she adjusted to her state, she looked up at Skadi.

Skadi was initially quite close, but after Melantha's glance, she instinctively took a step back.

In that instant, she didn't know what she saw. But the inexplicable fear that arose from the depths of her heart made her unable to control her body.

To be honest, for a fleeting moment, Skadi thought that the person standing in front of her was not Melantha, but an undead wearing Melantha's skin.

Moreover, the immortal glared at her, venting his anger.

But it was only for a glance; Melantha's vision blurred for a moment, then she shook her head.

Perhaps because of the teleportation or because she was influenced by that woman, Melantha felt her consciousness was somewhat hazy.

It took me a while to recover.

"I...I'm fine."

Melantha reached out and touched the straight sword on her body; it was still there.

There was just an emptiness in my chest.

She instinctively touched it and found that the necklace made of badges had disappeared.

Panic surged through Melantha's heart for a moment, but her memories immediately flooded back like a tide.

I remember that at the last moment before I left, I took off the badge from my chest and gave it to that woman.

It seems the badges were indeed delivered properly.

Melanie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you really alright?"

Skadi was still somewhat worried.

Although she only recognized one warrior, the Undead, on Rhodes Island, the only people who were willing to communicate with Skadi and take her along on a daily basis, besides the Undead, were her two disciples.

One is the simple-minded Kroos, and the other is the thoughtful Melantha in front of us.

This was originally a case of loving the house because of its owner, but after spending more time with the cat, people naturally developed a greater fondness for this cute and kind kitten.

"It's okay, I'm just a little unaccustomed to it."

Melantha rubbed her head and shook it; she could hear the concern in Skadi's voice.

"Thank you, Skadi."

Melantha raised her head and looked around.

Morton and Bloodthorn also looked at her with some concern.

However, what people are more curious about is...

How did you end up here?

Morton looked at Melantha with a puzzled expression.

Melanie paused for a moment, then answered instinctively.

"I didn't enter the gates of the sacred relic with you..."

Once she got here, she realized that something was wrong.

"But you did not defeat the Heroic Spirit."