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[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 316

Chapter 316: The Sun Burning The Night.

The air had a suffocating weight. The more he breathed in it the more it corroded his lungs.

This land—his land—felt suddenly strange, like a memory distorted by time. Everything felt slightly warped, like glass bending under pressure.

His heart, too, seemed to beat somewhere far from his chest.

Darius felt inhumane.

Then he saw it with his own eyes.

"The sun burns the night, scorching the broken vows of divinity. That’s where you’ll find him. But you must hurry."

Serena had said those words before retreating into being mute. No matter how they asked her, she didn’t say another word.

Serena must have her hand tied too. They all understood it, but that didn’t mean he could bear it.

Without her help, it took them long hours to realize that ’the broken vows of divinity’ could only point to the desecrated church where the forbidden purple light was being secretly cultivated.

But... hadn’t he already burned that place down?

Darius gritted his teeth and urged his horse faster, pushing it through the mist-soaked dark. He hadn’t even stopped to grab his outer robe in his haste.

His dark tunic flapped wildly in the wind, nonetheless, it offered no protection.

The cold gnawed through his clothes, biting into skin and bone, but it did nothing to quench the flaming agony blazing in his chest.

Even after all his promises to protect him, even after swearing he’d never let another soul get close, he had let Xion be hurt again.

He had failed.

The church... he had destroyed the home of goddess Myrthia, the one he had barely started to believe in now.

Is this your punishment, then? he thought bitterly to himself. For everything I’ve done? For the blood I’ve spilled? Then take it out on me. Why him? Why Xion?

A vague suspicion stirred in the back of his mind, like a forgotten dream clawing to be remembered. However, before he could capture it, it slipped away.

Because it was right in front of his eyes. The sun burning the night.

An explosion shattered the horizon, brilliant and brutal, as if the sky itself had fractured. The earth shook beneath his horse’s hooves in a silent protest.

Animals howled before falling silent in fear. His terrified horse reared and neighed, refusing to move another inch. The poor creature was trembling. And so, truthfully, was its master.

Darius watched numbly as the heavens lit up in orange flame. Ash rained down like cursed snow, catching in his hair and lashes. Embers floated through the air like ghostly stars.

Xion is there. Xion... I need to save him.

Without another delay, he leapt from the saddle. Neither did he care about the mud that soaked his boots nor the dirt staining his trousers.

The wind whipped at his face, slicing his cheeks and freezing the silver tips of his lashes as he broke into a run.

The guards he’d left behind were finally catching up. They shouted at him to stop, to wait. For it was dangerous to rush in like this. They couldn’t be sure what heinous creature it was that had caused the earth to shake like this.

Regardless of the pleading shouts, he didn’t stop. He simply couldn’t.

He forced his legs to move desperately, relentlessly, like a mad dog scurrying for its owner. Again.

Why again? Perhaps Darius himself couldn’t comprehend why the ache in his chest felt so familiar. He didn’t understand where the dread was coming from, but he let it in any way. He permitted the anguish to drill into his heart and burn into his veins.

He needed to etch this into his memory, to jot it down on his skin. Never let Xion hurt.

Xion... Xion... Xion... Where are you?!

He chanted the name like a sacred prayer. Over and over as if that would ward against the fear crawling through his spine.

And then, at last, he saw him. The thin figure was heaving for breath. The young man couldn’t stop his body from swaying before he bent over and vomited blood.

Darius didn’t remember crossing the field to reach the broken tree. Before his mind could register, his body moved on instinct to catch the swaying figure in his arms.

His knees hit the soil with a heavy thud as he cradled Xion into his chest. Xion’s body was limp. His heartbeat was faint but it was still there.

Alive, Xion was alive!

"Hey, Xion?" His ragged voice cracked. "Don’t sleep, okay? Stay with me. Just... stay."

Something cracked inside his mind. A strange rush of sentiments thrummed in his heart.

The blood staining his fingers was warm.

He knew that no matter how much he washed, scorched, rubbed, or even peeled it off, Xion’s blood spilled on his hands would never go away.

He pressed Xion tighter against his chest not caring about his tunic.

I’m powerless, Darius thought bitterly. I’ve only ever learned how to kill, Xion... Not how to heal.

Talia Valaria. The name pulsed behind his temples. His hatred for her coiled like a serpent, tighter and tighter. Until... freёwebnovel-com

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