Quintina sat by the bed, staring intently at Ang's smooth, tender face. Her voice trembled slightly. "Ang! Ang!"
After being unconscious for so long, Ang's skin had become as soft and smooth as a baby's from Aisha and the others' uninterrupted Water Therapy Technique.
She called out several more times, hoping to awaken those tightly shut eyes.
However, Ang still showed no response. The faint twitch of his eyelids just now seemed as if it had only been her imagination.
She bit her lip, her heart aching as she murmured, "Did I see it wrong?"
Despite her doubts, she refused to give up. She bent down gently and carefully used her fingertips to pry open Ang's eyelids.
Those eyes were still hollow and vacant, no different from before.
Quintina's heart sank, but she immediately clenched her fists, a trace of stubborn hope flaring in her eyes. "No, your eyes definitely moved just now! It's good that they moved. If they moved, there's hope. You'll definitely come back!"
Her voice choked slightly, as though she was persuading herself while encouraging that sleeping soul.
Half a month quietly passed.
Ever since the Foul Spirit Commander confirmed that Blue Bridge Fortress concealed the aura of a legendary powerhouse, the Demons in the wilderness had never approached again, and the fortress returned to peace.
The warriors patrolled atop the walls, their gazes occasionally sweeping toward the distance, expectant yet conflicted—they hoped Ang would wake up, but they also secretly wished the Demons would return so they could use battle to drive away the anxiety in their hearts.
Within the boundless darkness, Ang's soul finally solidified, like a faint glow steadily taking shape in the void.
He muttered, his voice carrying a trace of amazement. "So the rumors were true. I really did seize the