"Yes!"
Umbra bowed in response.
Horace Valerius added, "Take the Ten Thousand Year Snow Ginseng from the storehouse and bring it to the Sacred Pool for Mira's healing."
Strix asked cautiously, "Clan Leader, over at the Lower Domain..."
"Proceed as planned."
Horace Valerius's gaze turned cold. "Send the Black-armored Guard to teach those reckless kids a lesson. Remember, no killing."
"Understood."
...
The Dragon Clan's Sacred Pool was filled with dense Spiritual Energy, shrouding the whole cavern.
Malachi Arcanus was soaking in the milky-white pool water, and the wound on his chest was slowly healing.
He closed his eyes to regulate his breath, but the memories that had been cut from his mind seemed to revive, flashes of fragmented images flickering—
A pair of smiling eyes, sparkling beneath the sunlight.
Soft lips with a sweet, fruity scent.
And that tearful cry of "Malachi Arcanus"...
