As the smokescreen cleared, Sylas and Redoran saw the lifeless body of the Origin Frost King lying on the ground.
Its once formidable presence had vanished, leaving behind nothing but the cold, still corpse. Sylas exhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the battle lift from his shoulders.
"I think I need to think about how much energy I spend in the future battles; this is not going to cut it."
Sylas said to himself, feeling his body chained to huge boulders.
Redoran, equally drained but satisfied, turned to Sylas with a weary smile.
“We got it.”
Sylas nodded, sensing the complete absence of the creature’s energy.
“Yeah, it’s over. No trace of its power remains.”
Without wasting time, Sylas approached the fallen Frost King, beginning to collect pieces of the creature.
As a magical being, its remains were incredibly valuable—fragments of ice imbued with ancient magic, organs filled with condensed mana, and shards of its frozen armor could all be used for crafting powerful artifacts or spells.
"I can use all of these..."
"I can upgrade the mechanical army as well as the spiders most likely."
Sylas thought.
Redoran, watching Sylas work and picking up the body parts of the Origin Forst King, sighed.
“I’ll need to rest after this. That was no small battle. In the end, he still wants to materialize."
Redoran was no researcher of magic; he was more of a combat man. But this did not mean that he did not know that the parts of the Origin Frost King were worthless.
Sylas chuckled, noticing the gaze of Redoran, his exhaustion mirroring Redoran’s.
“Same here. We’ve earned it, so we should take our prizes.”
Redoran smiled and nodded. The words of Sylas meant he wants to share the prize, which is a good quality that he looks at when he befriends someone.
With their task complete, the two of them rose into the air, flying back toward the Sylind Manor.
As they flew, the once distant manor came into view, a welcome sight after the brutal fight.
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They landed softly on the balcony, exchanging glances.
“That was something,” Redoran said with a small laugh.
Sylas smiled, the weight of victory settling in.
“Yeah, I just want to rest. More battles will come I believe, but for today, we’ve done enough.”
Gran noticed Sylas and Redoran returning, their tired faces speaking volumes. Concerned, he asked,
"Would you like something to eat?"
Both men shook their heads, too drained to even consider a meal. Without another word, they headed to their respective rooms, leaving Gran with a knowing nod.
Sylas entered his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. As he sat on the edge of his bed, a helpless smile spread across his face.
He had never felt this kind of exhaustion before—not just physically, but mentally and magically. The battle against the Origin Frost King had pushed him to his limits.
Laying back on the bed, he closed his eyes. His body, heavy with fatigue, sank into the soft mattress.
Sleep claimed him almost immediately, pulling him into a deep, dreamless slumber—a well-deserved rest after a battle that had tested every bit of his strength and skill.
Two nights later, Sylas slowly opened his eyes, blinking to adjust to the dim light of his room.
To his surprise, both Gran and Redoran were standing by his bedside, watching him intently. His voice raspy from sleep, Sylas asked,
"Why are you two in my room?"
Gran, visibly relieved, smiled and answered,
"You’ve been asleep for two days straight."
Redoran, never missing a chance to lighten the mood, smirked and added,
"Gran was about to cry."
Gran, looking a little embarrassed, shook his head and replied,
"I wasn’t!" though a helpless smile betrayed him. Sylas couldn't help but laugh at the banter between the two. He had never expected to sleep for so long, and the concern on Gran’s face mixed with Redoran’s teasing made him realize just how worried they had been.
"Two days? Why did I sleep that much?" Sylas asked, curious.
Redoran, his expression softening but still serious, said, "Being tired is part of it, yes. But you should check your energy levels."
Sylas furrowed his brow at the comment. He closed his eyes for a moment, reaching inward to sense his magical energy.
As he focused, he could feel it—his magical reserves had not only been replenished but were more stable and deeper than before.
Something had shifted within him during the battle with the Origin Frost King, but he had yet to fully understand what it meant.
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Getting up from his bed, Sylas immediately sensed a remarkable difference. His magical energy levels had almost tripled.
He whispered to himself, feeling the newfound power surging through him. "I must be late level four now," he said, "about to reach peak level four."
Redoran, observing closely, nodded in agreement. His sharp eyes scanned Sylas, noting the heightened energy swirling around him.
"You’re right," Redoran said, his voice steady. "Your magical energy has increased significantly. You’re close to breaking through to the peak of level four."
Sylas took a deep breath, the weight of his growing strength settling in.
Reaching peak level four would bring him closer to a new realm of magical prowess. Still, he knew that each advancement came with its challenges.
"We’ve come far," Sylas muttered, more to himself than to Redoran, already thinking about the battles to come and what this new power might mean for his ambitions.