Reawakening Heir: The Legendary Mage of Forgotten Era

Chapter 132: Prana-An Life Energy

Auren sat up on the bed suddenly, as if breaking free from a dream, the bliss slipping away like smoke between his fingers. His breathing came uneven but slow, his eyes darting here and there, trying to anchor themselves to the tiny room. His gaze finally dropped to Sukamu.

Sukamu reached out, his voice steady, soft as winter wind. "Hey... rest. Rest well. You're in no position to move yet." His hand pressed gently against Auren's thick white sweater—the one Nova Makai had gifted him.

Auren's trembling hand fell slowly onto the blanket, his eyes widening with worry. His voice, cracked and dry, cut through the still air."My friends... they're still fighting. In that place... that big place. I need to go there. I need to make them safe. I can't just sit here anymore!"

His words grew heavier, tumbling out like stones. His palms shook, his body quivering. His worry rose inside him like a raging tide—wild, uncontrollable. He tried to climb off the bed, his broken limbs betraying him.

Sukamu stood, his voice sharp now, like a blade striking wood. "Stop! In this condition, you can't even save an insect!"

But Auren's voice thundered back, raw and desperate."I don't care! I'll do anything for my friends. Let me go!"

He struggled, his legs dragging, his body collapsing against the cold floor. He clawed at the ground, trying to move, screaming through the pain, "Ahhhhhh! I'm coming! Just hold on a little longer!"

Sukamu watched from the doorway, his eyes heavy with the weight of the boy's pain and sorrow. This wasn't just a boy anymore—this was someone burning from the inside out.

Finally, Sukamu spoke, his voice low but firm. "Listen, kid. I'll take you there. Where do you want to go?"

Auren turned, his chest rising and falling like a hammer. His lips trembled as he spoke, his voice nearly breaking."Ramuza family's place..."

Sukamu did not flinch. His eyes held no fear, only devotion. He was a true follower of Aravalli, and death had long since lost its edge for him.

"I will take you there," he said.

Auren's lips curled, bright despite the blood and exhaustion. His breath rushed in, trembling but alive."Thank you... Please, hurry. I need to go there—fast."

Without another word, Sukamu crouched, lifting Auren onto his back. Then he ran—straight into the snow land, his feet pounding against the frozen earth.

The wind howled around them. Auren's hair fluttered wildly, streaks of brown whipping against his face. His eyes burned deep, focused like sharpened steel, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

Sukamu ran with a speed that betrayed his frame. This was not the pace of a normal man. His body cut through ridges after ridges, snow-slick rocks, fallen trees. He leaped over coral-like frozen growths, skirted sharp drops, yet he never slowed. His movements carried no hesitation, no stumble. It was as though hardship had carved strength into his very bones.hing, he didn't ask, and that is...