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"Got it."
Noelle's voice came through the Prayer Network, heavy with emotions she could not put into words.
A low hum stirred. On the alchemical flotilla anchored at the coast, the young red dragon raised her palm, gazing at the faint sigil etched there. She closed her eyes, forcing back the wetness that threatened to spill, and fixed all her will upon that mark.
In the ashen deadlands, it had been Noelle alone who had overseen the process of mana creation. Sieg had long since fallen unconscious, unable to take that final step he had so often failed to reach before.
With the knowledge she held, Noel had guided the process through her bond to Sieg's body, using his heart as a furnace to bring magic itself into being.
Yet the moment the mana singularity had manifested in full, Noelle realized a terrible truth. The process was irreversible and unstoppable. Once begun, it would consume everything—the locus of reaction and all matter touching it—burning it all away and transforming it into pure mana.
Sieg himself should have perished in the ashen deadlands, immolated as his own heart-furnace consumed him and transmuted him into raw magic. That he lived to fight Milos upon the Isle of Dragons was all thanks to one final gift: the nameless god of dreams had blessed him with what remained of his power.
To do so, the god had spent his own primal essence, not the fragile vessel of its dream-born body but the root of his being. He had burned away in Sieg's stead, halting the reaction still raging in his h...
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