Cycle of Destiny

Chapter 46 Abnormal Energy

Lawrence instinctively looked at the Duke of Langton, seeking confirmation.

The Duke met his gaze and nodded firmly.

She had already received this information from Cavill and promised not to leak it to anyone. But now that Harry had brought it up himself, she would naturally help him confirm it.

The air in the room seemed to grow heavier.

Lawrence's gaze returned to Harry, his previous disdain and rejection replaced by an extremely complex scrutiny.

He pondered for a moment. The Elf Prince's condition had indeed reached a point where even he was helpless, teetering on the brink of despair. Letting this self-proclaimed student of Odell try would, at worst, maintain the status quo—no, it could even be worse, in case the apprentice's reckless actions aggravated his injuries…

But this thought was quickly suppressed. If he really was Odel's student, perhaps he truly possessed some unknown, special methods?

Moreover, he also wanted to see what kind of disciples the legendary holy magician could teach.

Finally, he nodded slowly, almost reluctantly, his voice low: "...Alright. You can give it a try."

He immediately added, his tone laced with warning: "But only the gentlest examination and treatment. If any abnormalities are detected, you must stop immediately. Understand?"

"Understood," Harry replied, secretly relieved.

He moved closer to the bedside, drawing nearer to the elven prince. The weakness emanating from the depths of his blood and the aura of some chilling curse became even more pronounced. Arthas lay there, motionless, like a white jade statue slowly losing its warmth.

Harry took a deep breath, his ten fingers constantly changing shape in front of his chest, while he began to chant softly: "Great spirit of nature, weave your gentle light into a cocoon, to nurture new life here."

The archbishop could also understand the ancient language Harry was chanting, and the incantation clearly reached Lawrence's ears. His expression instantly darkened, and his lips tightened even more.

To him, this direct supplication to the nature deities was undoubtedly a presumption and offense against the Goddess of Light, further proof of his "thieving" behavior. But he refrained from uttering a sound.

As the chanting continued, a soft, pale green halo gathered and took shape above Harry's outstretched right palm. The halo was not intense, and the energy fluctuations were indeed at the level of a low-level healing spell.

Lawrence watched coldly, the faint expectation that had just risen in his heart because of the name of Odell quickly dissipated, replaced by a deeper disappointment and a trace of annoyance at being fooled.

Based on this?

Harry slowly brought the ball of light closer to Arthas's forehead. The moment the light touched his skin, it seemed to be drawn in, transforming into countless tiny specks of light that seeped into his skin.

Time passed slowly. The elven prince on the bed remained unchanged. Harry maintained his chanting and magical output, his speech steady, the orb of light in his hand burning steadily, continuously channeling that faint healing energy into Arthas's body.

One minute, two minutes... Lawrence's patience gradually ran out.

He felt he must have been out of his mind to agree to such an absurd attempt. How could a low-level spell possibly cure a cursed wound that even a ninth-level divine spell couldn't handle?

This was an insult to him and to the church's capabilities. He could no longer allow this farce to continue; he had to stop it immediately.

Just as he raised his hand, ready to speak—

The center of the originally gentle pale green halo in Harry's hand suddenly lit up.

That wasn't just a simple increase in brightness; it was a qualitative leap.

A pure, powerful force, seemingly containing the endless source of life, emerged without warning from the depths of the light, like a sleeping dragon awakening. It instantly merged into the healing energy stream that Harry was continuously outputting, and together they poured into the Elf Prince's body!

Lawrence's words caught in his throat. His eyes widened suddenly, and the muscles in his face stiffened with extreme shock. He was a level nine divine mage, with an extremely keen perception of energy.

In that instant, he clearly "sense"—not see—that the appearance of the ball of light did not change much—a powerful energy fluctuation that made his heart tremble!

The purity and vastness of that energy even... gave him the illusion that it had transcended some kind of power limit.

This is impossible!

This is definitely not a power that a low-level mage, or even a high-level mage, could possess!

He looked at the Duke of Langton in disbelief, only to find that the Duke was also looking at him, his thin and serious face filled with the same astonishment.

Clearly, although the Duke did not understand magic, her instincts as a powerful person made her sense the sudden and unusual aura of power.

What exactly is going on?

Only Harry knew that at that moment, Beckham, who was floating beside him and invisible to others, was placing her palm lightly on the back of his hand.

The power that even the Cardinal was awe-inspiring was flowing out of Little Beck's body in an extremely secretive way, passing through Harry's palm, disguised as the effect of his healing spell, and being injected into Arthas's nearly exhausted body.

The treatment is still ongoing, but the underlying energy levels have changed dramatically.

Change began to appear in Arthas.

First, the almost lifeless ashen look that had enveloped his face seemed to have been washed away from within by something, and it faded a little.

His chapped lips trembled slightly, and a barely audible sigh escaped his throat. Then, the previously barely perceptible rise and fall of his chest became slightly more noticeable; his breathing, though still shallow, was no longer so intermittent, but rather carried a steady rhythm.

His tightly furrowed brows slowly and gradually relaxed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although his face was still pale, the flame of life that seemed to be about to be extinguished at any moment had clearly stabilized, and even faintly regained a sliver of light.

The change, though not earth-shattering, was clear enough, especially to perceptive people like Lawrence and the Duke of Langton.

The shock on Lawrence's face was gradually replaced by an expression that was a mixture of disbelief and deep thought.

He stared intently at Harry—

Or rather, he was staring intently at the ball of light in Harry's hand that seemed to contain endless mysteries.

But... if a low-level mage can cast magic of this level, then how terrifying must his teacher, the holy mage Odel, be?

When this low-level mage grows into a towering tree, how will the church deal with him?

The darkness is so powerful, goddess, can you see it?

Just as Lawrence's mind was in turmoil and the Duke of Langton's eyes were shining with wonder, the ball of light in Harry's hand began to dim.

He stopped chanting at just the right moment, letting the halo dissipate naturally into the air, then withdrew his hand, a hint of fatigue appearing on his face—although most of the energy was actually expended by Xiao Bei, he himself was only maintaining the use of the simplest healing spell.

Prince Arthas, though far from fully recovered, was visibly improving in his condition.

He was still unconscious, but his breathing had become much more stable, and the deathly pallor on his face had faded, replaced by a deep, peaceful sleep.

The room was completely silent.

Lawrence was the first to come to his senses. He gave Harry a deep, complex look, then walked to the bedside, reached out, and gently placed his hand on Arthas's forehead.

He closed his eyes, and a soft, almost imperceptible milky-white light faintly illuminated the spot where his palm touched the prince's forehead.

After a moment, he withdrew his hand and opened his eyes. He was silent for a moment, then turned to a small emblem of the Holy Goddess of Light hanging on the wall and said in a low but clear voice, "Thank you for the Goddess's mercy and protection."

After making this gesture, he looked at Harry again, his tone completely changed, becoming formal and... even carrying a hint of barely perceptible respect.

"Harry... the mage." He hesitated for a moment before addressing him. "I must admit, your healing has been effective. Arthas's life force has been replenished, and the worsening of his injuries has been halted. Although a full recovery is still a long way off, this is a crucial step. Your efforts today have made a contribution to the Empire and to the peace of this continent far beyond your imagination."

Harry listened to this sudden praise, but felt nothing. He knew that the credit should actually go to little Beckham, who was resting inside the jewel around his neck, now somewhat transparent and weak.

Watching the archbishop give thanks to the goddess, he felt a strong sense of irony, but he remained calm, even bowing his head slightly with a hint of restraint: "You flatter me, Your Excellency Archbishop. I was just... doing my best."

"This is more than just doing your best." Lawrence looked at him, seemingly reassessing him. "Your teacher... truly lives up to his reputation."

Harry had no intention of lingering there, nor did he want to delve deeper into the topic of his "teacher." He seized the opportunity to say, "Your Excellency, Archbishop, Your Excellency, if the Elf Prince's condition stabilizes for the time being... I need to go back and rest. I was quite exhausted just now."

Lawrence realized that Harry had no intention of continuing the conversation, so he didn't say anything more.

However, the way he looked at Harry now was completely different from his initial contempt; instead, it carried a kind of respect for an opponent.

The Duke of Langton smiled and said to Harry, "I'll take you back." Her tone was firm, clearly indicating that she was reluctant to let Harry leave alone.

Afterwards, the Duke of Langton escorted Harry back to his cabin. Only after confirming that Harry was alright did she leave, though her steps were noticeably lighter than before.

Harry watched her figure disappear around the corner of the corridor, then quickly turned around, pushed open his own cabin door, slipped inside, closed the door behind him, and carefully locked it.

Only after being isolated from the outside world did he truly breathe a sigh of relief, leaning against the cold door panel and slowly sliding down to sit on the ground.

My heart was pounding in my chest, only realizing it belatedly.