Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

"..."

Shortly after Barcelona left, Kemoroda's pupils began to dilate.

When the effects of the drug wore off completely, the burning sensation became uncontrollable, rampaging through his body and pushing him to the brink of mental collapse.

"Uh...uh..."

He opened his mouth, but his body was too weak to let out a scream; he could only manage a few indistinct sounds.

The next second, those blood-red pupils gradually turned gray.

His consciousness began to sink, as if being dragged into a bottomless abyss, and all his senses were stripped away.

First, the view: the outline of the room merged with the shimmering water into a hazy blue blur, and then the sounds around me gradually faded away...

In the end, all that was left was a light, empty shell, as if it had lost all weight.

However, on his deathbed...

Komorod suddenly turned his head and looked at the left side of the coffin.

There... a familiar presence seemed to appear.

"Click, click—click-click-click—"

Immediately afterwards, a layer of ice crystals enveloped his body. This layer of ice was quite unique, as it actually suppressed the burning sensation on his body.

"He..."

Komorod's lips trembled slightly, and then he used his last bit of willpower to dispel the blurriness in his vision.

A moment later, as the outline in front of him gradually became clearer, a blurry figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The person was slender, wearing a cloak covered in snowflakes, with the hood already pulled up, revealing a cold and beautiful face.

Those clear, cold eyes stared at him, their rims already slightly red.

"ha……"

Unbeknownst to anyone, the numbness on Komorod's face had quietly faded, replaced by a kind smile he had never shown to anyone before.

Although the face before him was completely unfamiliar, those eyes had already said it all.

Even without the connection to the symbolic bloodline, he recognized at a glance that the person before him was his daughter, whom he had almost never seen.

"Your eyes... are like hers, and they're like mine."

Komorod smiled, as if satisfied with the answer he had just received.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Elena beside him could no longer hold on.

"Father."

Her hands gripped the edge of the coffin tightly, her knuckles gradually turning white.

Why?

"..."

"I personally placed the 'teleportation message' to inform you of the dragon's appearance."

She pursed her lips, and her reddened eyes gradually welled up with tears.

"You received it, didn't you? You definitely received it!"

"..."

"But why...?"

Irene stared blankly at the unrecognizable body before her.

She was secretly sent to that human family from birth, replacing another newborn, and has lived as that other child ever since.

The person who started all of this was her father, with whom she had only exchanged a few letters afterward, and whom she never met in person.

At this moment, however, he was walking towards death in this state before her very eyes.

Inside the coffin, Komorod remained silent, simply gazing at the other...

After a long while, he finally spoke:

"Child... I just... suddenly realized... your mother was right... my attempt to escape... was useless."

"But... I'm powerless... and I can no longer break free."

As he spoke, Komorodda suddenly raised his chin slightly.

"Your mother and I... left you some things... they're all there."

Upon hearing this, Elena walked in the direction the other person indicated and then arrived at a wall.

When her gaze fell on something on the wall, her expression suddenly froze—it was a portrait.

The man in the painting has a stern face, but his eyes carry an unyielding gentleness.

Beside him, a woman nestled close, her eyes lowered in a gentle smile, her exquisite face radiating tenderness.

In the painting, the couple are both smiling and gazing in the same direction: at the infant still in the woman's arms.

The baby's eyes were half-open, seemingly a little tired, with a pair of scarlet eyes peeking out from between its eyelashes, carrying the unique bewilderment of a newborn.

"..."

Irene tiptoed, her fingertips gently tracing the frame, her gaze slowly shifting over the faces of the three people in the painting.

"Gurgle gurgle—"

Just then, several strange noises suddenly came from inside the picture frame.

"call out--"

The next second, two streaks of blood suddenly flew out of the painting and disappeared into her hand in the blink of an eye.

"This is?"

Those two streaks of blood were not malicious; Elena could sense that they were merely two gentle energies, quietly flowing through her blood.

But after carefully sensing it, her eyes suddenly opened, and she realized something...

"This is... the symbolic blood that your mother insisted on leaving to you before she passed away."

Kmorodda spoke:

"Me too."

"..."

"Da, da..."

Upon hearing this, Elena staggered.

"This...how can this be...how is this possible?"

She shook her head, tears falling drop by drop onto her palm.

Otherwise, the dragon flames spewed by that fire dragon might not have killed my father, even though he was already seriously injured at the time.

"..."

"No, that dragon was already very close to level two, not to mention... I was surrounded by several level two beings at the time... Even if it weren't for that, I would have died a painful death anyway."

As if knowing Irena's thoughts, Komorod smiled gently:

"My child, neither I nor your mother... we do not want your talent to be buried... a talent similar to Osiris's."

At this point, Komorod's eyes darkened once more.

"Alright, let me take one last look at you, my only daughter."

Upon hearing this, Irene immediately stopped crying and quickly returned to the coffin.

In Komorod's increasingly blurred vision, the other person's outline was gradually becoming indistinct, but the image was already deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Truly remarkable... my daughter, the ice you unleashed... can actually suppress the dragon flames..."

As his consciousness faded, Komorod's eyes smiled, filled with pride.

"Also, actually your mother and I... had already chosen a name for you."

Upon hearing this, Elena paused for a moment, then leaned closer.

"..."

"Click—"

A moment later, the ice crystals on Komorod's body spread again, freezing his entire body inside.

At this point, the king of the vampire clan, who was in name only, finally closed his eyes completely.

"Father, Mother...don't worry."

Before the coffin, Elena felt the energy in her hands, her eyes gradually hardening.

"I have found a way to break the family's 'soul blood pact'."