SWNOVELXO Chapter 436: Immortality
Warlock Ch 436. Immortality
Blood, potent and rich with vampire vitality, seeped past Damian's cracked lips. But he coughed weakly, choking again. His body refused even this last lifeline, spilling Victoria's precious blood uselessly down his chin.
"No!" Victoria cried out in frustration and panic, her eyes wild. "Why won't you just drink, damn it! Don't do this to us!"
"It's… not working," Evelyn whispered, her voice quivering, empty and hollow as hope slipped through her fingers.
Selena burst through the smoke, hair disheveled, eyes frantic and desperate. She stumbled to Damian's side, dropping to her knees as she fumbled for the vial hidden deep in her robes. The glass shimmered with a silvery-blue glow, her trembling hands nearly dropping it as she uncorked it swiftly.
"This is… the strongest elixir of the Fae," Selena gasped breathlessly, her voice a shaking whisper as tears spilled unchecked down her cheeks. "My father kept it hidden for emergencies… I stole it. It—it has to work… it has to!"
She poured it carefully, desperately, into Damian's mouth, every last precious drop. But the potion simply trickled uselessly down his throat, his body too weak to accept even this. He convulsed once, sharply, then lay still again, eyes dimming further.
Lysandra arrived, landing heavily beside them, wings battered and broken, scales stained black with smoke and soot. Her eyes shone with quiet devastation. She kneeled down slowly, her normally steady hands trembling slightly. But she had nothing—no miracle potion, no healing skill—to offer. Only her silent, unwavering grief.
"Damian…" Lysandra whispered softly, voice thick and rough. "You stubborn, reckless fool…"
Aria staggered forward next, her white robes now filthy, torn, smeared with blood and grime. Her pale hands glowed softly with pure, elemental magic. But as she reached out, the glow flickered, sputtered, and died instantly.
Her breath hitched sharply, pain flashing across her face. She gasped, falling to one knee, clutching at her chest as the mana violently rejected her.
"No… not now," Aria whispered, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. "Not now! Please… Damian, I—I'm sorry, my power… I can't—" She broke into quiet, painful sobs, shaking with guilt and helpless frustration.
Damian lay unmoving, distant. Their voices faded away, melting into a distant hum as his mind wandered further back, beyond this battlefield, beyond this world of magic and monsters.
He thought about his life, so distant now it felt like someone else's dream. A small, dimly lit bar tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. He remembered the gentle clink of glasses, the comforting hum of quiet conversation, the low laughter of familiar customers. The smell of his freshly made cocktails, the soft murmur of his coworkers trading jokes behind the counter.
Funny… After everything he'd faced—the wars, the monsters, the impossible battles—this quiet, mundane life was what he missed the most.
He smiled faintly, wistful and sad.
If this was the end, maybe that wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he could finally rest.
"Damian!"
The voice snapped him back, pulling him sharply from memories into harsh reality. Alric appeared, bloodied and battered, dragging Cedric alongside him. The Fae prince looked ragged, pale, barely conscious—but alive, thanks to a rapidly consumed elixir.
Alric stumbled forward, eyes wide and frantic, then sank to his knees, gasping raggedly.
Cedric stepped forward, unsteady, but resolute. His gaze was firm, clear despite his injuries.
"I never thought… I'd have to use this on you," Cedric whispered hoarsely, pulling something carefully from inside his torn robes. A scroll. The scroll Damian had seen in his vision when he tracked down Cedric.
Cedric's fingers shook slightly as he unrolled the parchment carefully. "Ralvek intended to use this scroll to make that creature immortal," he explained quietly. "I stole it. Swapped it with a fake. That's why it never became truly immortal. Now…"
His voice trailed off. Cedric's pale hand hovered briefly over the scroll, his gaze settling on Damian with fierce determination. "Now… I'll use it for someone who deserves it."
Cedric sliced open his palm, spilling royal fae blood onto the ancient parchment. The scroll glowed brightly, golden magic rising like a gentle sunburst.
"[Elysian Rebirth]," Cedric intoned firmly, voice shaking slightly as he focused all his remaining strength. "Let life return anew, boundless, undying. Give immortality to he who deserves it!"
Magic surged violently from the scroll, golden light exploding outward. Evelyn, Victoria, Selena, Lysandra, and Aria shielded their eyes against its intensity, gasping as the wave of warmth and power surged through the air.
The glow enveloped Damian gently, lifting him slightly from the ground. His shattered form bathed in light, the raw power infusing every broken bone, every torn muscle, every fading heartbeat.
For a moment, silence filled the battlefield. Time itself paused, holding its breath.
[System Notification]
[Unique Soul Detected: Royal Fae Blood Imprint Verified]
[Ancient Scroll – "Elysian Rebirth" Activated]
[Target: Damian Blackthorn]
[Effect: Immortality Granted , Soul Restoration , Full Body Regeneration]
[Warning: This effect is irreversible. New status: Immortal Vessel – Bound to Fate]
[Congratulations. You are no longer bound by time.]
Then Damian gasped, his body arching sharply off the ground as immortality surged fiercely through him, knitting flesh and bone back together. His wounds slowly closed, the ragged, gaping injuries fading. The pale, deathly pallor vanished, replaced by healthy warmth.
The light faded slowly, leaving Damian lying gently upon the ruined earth, his breathing steady again, his heart beating strong.
Evelyn sobbed openly, laughing through her tears, clutching desperately at his now-healed hand. "You—you idiot! You stupid, reckless, idiot…"
Victoria's face crumpled with relief, her trembling hands pressing against her lips to stop her own tears. Selena wept quietly, smiling softly. Lysandra let out a slow, deep breath, closing her eyes in silent gratitude.
Aria simply smiled, quiet tears streaming unchecked down her face.
Cedric sank slowly to his knees, smiling faintly. "I guess... it was worth stealing that scroll after all."
Damian opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the faint haze. Faces hovered above him, blurred but quickly sharpening into focus. Familiar, beloved faces. Relief. Love. Gratitude.