"Longing for... 'protection'..."
His head bowed, Achill murmured to himself, tightly bound by blood-colored chains formed from arranged Magic Circles. The instant Chen Wuming hugged Angel tightly, Achill abruptly raised his head!
He clenched both fists, and terrifying magic power instantly shattered every chain around him, tearing them to pieces—
Boom!
Bloody light filled the sky. Fragments of the shattered Magic Circles fell from above in a drenching "red rain," while Achill stood proudly in place, silent and unruffled...
Magic light flickered, and the wound in his chest healed completely in an instant. Achill stared impassively at Chen Wuming, who stood nearby holding Angel tightly—
"This ends here, Chen Wuming." A long coat appeared on him, fluttering, its white hem embroidered with a black fairy pattern. Tilting his head, Achill said with utter indifference, "I've figured out exactly how this all came about, and I have a rough understanding of where your magic's power lies."
"If your beloved's hopes are the source of your strength, then let me tell you something." Unclenching his fist, Achill extended his fair-skinned right hand toward Chen Wuming and said coldly, "The power of Longing to protect what you cherish is no weaker than the hopes born of love—"
"What did you say—" Chen Wuming raised his head without loosening his arms around Angel in the slightest. Oppressive magic light kindled in his eyes, bearing down on the entire world. For a moment, even the air between heaven and earth seemed to freeze—
"Rin has awakened. She has awakened from her slumber." An eerily beautiful, suffocating red glow lit his eyes, and a powerful, oppressive aura filled the world. Holding Angel, Chen Wuming took one step toward Achill and arrived beside him.
"She has awakened from a slumber that lasted four hundred years and returned