Chapter 340: Anomaly

“Flowing Wave Touch.”

Reese gathered magic in her hands, forming a bluish-green gel-like fluid resembling jelly.

She applied the gel over Helag’s body, leaving only his mouth and nose uncovered for breathing.

Reese, a water-specialized wizard, knew many healing and recovery spells.

Flowing Wave Touch, a first-level water spell, was effective for various injuries.

Helag endured intense pain but remained rational.

He felt Reese applying treatments and medication.

As the Flowing Wave Touch covered him, Helag felt relief, with pain significantly reduced.

His body bore numerous wounds, resembling glass-like cracks.

Seeing these alarming injuries, Reese felt a wave of fear.

She couldn’t imagine the danger Helag had faced.

With such severe injuries, he must have encountered extreme peril.

Surviving and returning was no small feat.

After applying the Flowing Wave Touch, Reese carefully examined Helag’s injuries.

She found his skin cracked all over, as if he might shatter.

But with the spell’s cover, the danger was temporarily mitigated, and healing would soon begin.

His ribs were nearly all broken, with fractures in his leg and arm bones, the thigh being more severe.

Reese retrieved a potion specifically for bone injuries, helping Helag drink it slowly.

The potion targeted bone injuries, promoting rapid healing.

Even powdered bones could gradually restore.

For wizards, physical injuries were often the easiest to treat.

As long as one survived, recovery was possible, though time-consuming.

“Keep my communication stone. If anyone asks, say I’m in seclusion, and don’t mention my injuries,” Helag instructed.

“Alright, speak less and rest. Get some sleep,” Reese nodded.

Helag’s desire for secrecy suggested he didn’t want Seranthiel or official forces to know.

She didn’t question his reasons, trusting him unconditionally, regardless of his injury’s cause.

No matter what, Reese stood by Helag.

Helag knew sleep was the best recovery method, and with meditation done, he could rest deeply.

Closing his eyes, he quickly fell asleep.

Reese stayed by his side, watching over him, ready to care for him.

***

Half a month later.

Mozambi slums.

“No word from Bron?” Franz asked grimly.

“No, after he went to King Street, we received updates for a few days. But after he mentioned preparing to act, we heard nothing. We investigated, but there were no reports of any disturbances there. It’s as if Bron vanished,” replied a young man named Asil, similar in age to Bron.

Franz said nothing, suspecting Bron was likely dead.

Bron was supposed to make Helag disappear, but instead, Bron vanished.

“And Helag?” Franz continued.

Asil bowed, “He’s stayed home, not going out. When I checked, I saw him sunbathing in the yard, looking fine.”

Franz paced the yard, contemplating.

He knew Bron must have encountered trouble with Helag.

Bron was cautious, only acting after understanding Helag’s situation.

Bron would have used the red stone only when with Helag.

Such a sacred item wouldn’t be used lightly or wasted.

This meant Bron was likely killed by Helag in the Abyssal Plane.

Franz couldn’t understand how.

Helag’s records clearly stated he was just a liquefied wizard.

Even if he hid his strength, he couldn’t be a second-level wizard.

Moreover, even if Helag was a second-level wizard, he couldn’t have quickly killed Bron in the Abyssal Plane.

Franz knew more about Bron’s capabilities and the power he could wield in the Abyssal Plane.

Bron possessed divine power, fully unleashed in the Abyssal Plane, rivaling a second-level wizard.

Helag was just a liquefied wizard.

Given the power gap, how could Helag have swiftly defeated Bron?

Franz felt uneasy; for the first time, something was beyond his control.

He intended for Bron to test the sacred item’s effect and report back to the god.

Franz hadn’t considered Helag a threat, believing Bron would easily overpower him.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly insignificant liquefied wizard had turned the tables.

Franz paced, unable to comprehend how Helag achieved this and appeared unharmed.

Additionally, Franz had spies within Seranthiel.

Normally, if Helag had been dragged to the Abyssal Plane, he’d report it to Seranthiel.

But he hadn’t, and Franz hadn’t heard anything through his channels.

This left two possibilities: Helag deliberately didn’t report it, or he wasn’t taken by Bron and was killed by a third party.

Franz was certain Bron wasn’t captured or killed by Seranthiel.

Such information wouldn’t escape him.

“Helag…”

Franz narrowed his eyes, taking Helag seriously for the first time.

His experience and intuition told him the issue lay with Helag.

Franz felt he was missing key information, leading to a misjudgment.

And the answer lay with Helag.