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nNick and Wyntor looked at Horua with bated breaths.

nThe Recovery Liquid could heal all kinds of physical injuries, and if there was anything wrong with Horua physically, it would get healed very quickly.

nThese Recovery Liquids were for Extractors, which meant that they were designed to work on people several times stronger than the average human.

nUsing several drops on a child was a huge waste since the child couldn’t possibly absorb all of it, but Wyntor used that many anyway.

nSeconds passed.

nNick waited with gritted teeth.

nRight now, Nick’s feelings were going crazy.

nHorua couldn’t be dead!

nIt had to work!

nAfter around 30 seconds, Wyntor put his hand on Horua’s chest again.

n“Nothing,” Wyntor said with a sigh.

nNick became more fearful and panicked as he kept looking at Horua.

n“It can still work!” Nick said.

n“Theoretically, yes, but something like that is very rare,” Wyntor said as he stood up. “I’m sorry.”

nWhen Nick heard Wyntor’s apology, he felt like he had entered a dream.

nIt was like none of this was real.

nThis couldn’t be real, right?

nNick just kept looking at Horua.

nSoon, Horua would open his eyes, right?

nHis breathing would return, and his heart would start to beat again, right?

nNick just looked at Horua. 𝒊𝒃𝙧𝙚𝒂𝓭.𝓬𝙤𝙢

nRight now, Horua’s eyes were still open, but his eyes had rolled into the back of his head.

nHis body had completely relaxed.

n‘He’ll wake up, right? The Recovery Liquid can still work!’ Nick thought.

nWyntor moved to the corner of the room and leaned against it with a sad expression.

nA minute of silence passed.

nNick kept looking at Horua.

n“Let it go,” Wyntor said. “It’s over.”

n“Not yet,” Nick said urgently as he kept looking at Horua’s body.

n“Nick, it’s been over two minutes without a heartbeat. It’s over,” Wyntor said with a sigh.

nNick kept watching Horua’s body without answering.

nA couple more seconds passed.

n“You tried your best,” Wyntor said. “Even though it ended up like this, you still did the right thing.”

nNick didn’t answer.

n“Maybe he would have preferred death over the state he has been in the last three months,” Wyntor added.

n“Maybe it’s better this way. If he had survived, whatever he had gone through might have been too much for him to bear.”

n“If he actually survived, he might have even spoken the Sentence.”

n“Maybe there was actually nothing we could have done.”

nSilence.

n“Maybe the boy died three months ago,” Wyntor slowly said.

n“He has a name,” Nick said.

n“Huh?” Wyntor repeated in confusion.

n“He has a name, you know?” Nick repeated with furrowed brows as he looked at Wyntor. “You always keep calling him the boy. Why do you refuse to call him by his name?”

nWyntor raised an eyebrow in pity. “You want to know that now?”

nNick gritted his teeth as his rage exploded.

nHowever, he quickly realized that he was actually just venting.

nWyntor hadn’t done anything wrong.

n“I’m sorry,” Nick said with a restrained voice as he looked back at Horua’s body.

nSeveral seconds of silence passed.

nNick just continued looking at Horua with hope.

nSoon, he would wake up.

nAnother two minutes passed.

n“You don’t need to stay here,” Nick said. “You probably have something to do.”

n“I’m not leaving without you,” Wyntor said.

nNick sighed. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

n“I’m not,” Wyntor answered.

nNick furrowed his brows in confusion and gazed at Wyntor.

nWyntor gestured to the Dreamer, which was still standing in the corner.

n“I’m worried about it. I don’t want you to attack it out of rage,” Wyntor said. “I trust in your ability to get through this, which is why I’m not worried about you.”

nWhen Nick heard that, he gritted his teeth as he turned to look at the Dreamer.

nNick still remembered how the Dreamer had looked at Nick while Horua was screaming.

nIt was almost like the Dreamer was taunting Nick!

nNick clenched his fists so hard that he nearly started to bleed.

n“Nick,” Wyntor said with a serious voice. “The Dreamer didn’t do anything wrong.”

n“How do you know?!” Nick said in a loud voice.

n“Because there is no reason for it to kill the boy,” Wyntor said. “On top of that, it didn’t show any sign of attacking Horua.”

n“But didn’t you see how-”

n“Because you shouted at it!” Wyntor interrupted Nick before he could finish.

nWyntor knew very well what Nick was about to say.

n“It taunted me!” Nick shouted in rage.

n“It looked at you in confusion!” Wyntor answered with a serious voice. “You shouted at it with all of your power. Of course it would look at you!”

n“Even more, when you charged at it aggressively, it just flew back without even preparing an attack! Otherwise, the alarm would have gone off!”

n“The Dreamer has been cooperative this entire time!”

n“While we still have to be careful of it since it’s a Specter, it hasn’t done anything wrong this time!” Wyntor shouted at Nick with a reprimanding voice.

nNick gritted his teeth.

nHe felt like the Dreamer had been taunting him.

nHe felt like the Dreamer had deliberately killed Horua.

nYet, he couldn’t argue with Wyntor’s assessment.

nWyntor was right.

nIt didn’t seem like the Dreamer had killed Horua on purpose.

nNick could only grit his teeth and look at Horua’s body with shock, rage, frustration, and hope.

nMaybe, Horua would wake up soon.

nFive more minutes of silence passed.

nHorua hadn’t moved.

nHis body had turned even paler than before.

nNo one said a word.

n“Let it go, Nick,” Wyntor said. “There’s no reason for you to continue staying here.”

nNick’s fists clenched even more.

nHe wasn’t willing to leave.

nHe couldn’t believe that Horua was dead.

nAfter everything he had done in the last three months, Horua had still died?

nNick had taken such good care of Horua.

nBut now, he was dead.

nNick’s rapidly moving thoughts seemed to scatter, leaving behind indiscernible but calm snippets of thoughts.

nThis wasn’t real, right?

nAnother minute passed as Nick just kept looking at the corpse.

nHow did things end up like this?

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