Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1522

The fine streaks of law danced like living creatures.

The Rule Soul Avatar concentrated his Spirit Power with all his strength and observed them moving around.

Wisps of new Law of Witcher Poison seemed to appear out of nowhere, their origins untraceable.

The poison began gradually spreading through his blood, amplifying his pain.

His eyes sparkled with silvery light which poured into his veins, trying to locate the source of the poison and stop it.

But he failed. The poison spread quicker than he could catch up to it, making it more difficult for him to maintain his silvery eyes state.

Several hours later, the poison had overtaken his body. He was in extreme pain and was unable to move.

A long while later, black-robed figures suddenly appeared and landed beside the Rule Soul Avatar and Darren.

"He's been poisoned as well."

"We must cure his poison first, or we won't be able to cut off the soul contact between him and Darren."

The Twelve Great Witchers had been searching a long time but they had finally located Darren and the Rule Soul Avatar.

The north wind howled and turned the heaven and earth a dark yellow. The Twelve Great Witchers surrounded the Rule Soul Avatar and paid no mind to Darren.

The obscure chant floated across the airwaves in this desolate ancient world and wisps of light scattered across the Rule Soul Avatar's body.

"It's been too long. The poisoning has advanced greatly and Darren is dying."

Getting rid of the poison of ancient witchers with their Witcher Power was very difficult for the Twelve Great Witchers. Several months passed and still the Rule Soul Avatar hadn't been cured.

After enduring torture for so long, Darren was on the verge of death.

If he died now, the Rule Soul Avatar would dissipate as well. The Twelve Great Witchers did not want this to happen.

They had to at least keep him alive for now. So, they were forced to make an effort to save him.

"Go keep Darren alive," the leader of the Twelve Great Witchers ordered one of the others.

"Yes, sir."

The Great Witcher landed beside Darren and released his Witcher Power and unique life energy into his body.

Darren trembled unstoppably. His long lost consciousness finally showed signs of recovery. However, no one could see these signs, not even the Great Witcher.

'Am I alive or dead? What is this?' Darren wondered to himself.

Such a question occurred to him naturally, as it would to any being with a mind of its own.

His consciousness was so weak that it was basically negligible and so he could not clearly feel the intense pain he should have been in.

With the Great Witcher's treatment, his consciousness was slowly gaining more and more strength and his aura of life was recovering as well. However, with all this, the unbearable pain invaded his mind once more.

'Arrrrggh!' Darren screamed within, unable to take it anymore.

How could such an excruciating pain exist? It was too unbearable to take.

Darren's wisp of consciousness instinctively wanted to escape the extreme torture, but it was just a wisp. Where could it escape to?

'Hmm,'

Darren sighed, thinking how wonderful it would be to die.

His consciousness suddenly began getting heavier and heavier. He felt as though he was falling really fast.

'Thank God, sweet relief is here. Death is finally on its way.'

He fell faster and faster, so fast that it seemed he could hear the air whizzing right by him, like the sound of a heavy wind blowing. The cold air poured into his consciousness, comforting him.

'What's going on?'

His wisp of consciousness suddenly sensed that something was wrong. It seemed that perhaps he was not dead, yet the pain had disappeared.

'Why? How? Have I been cured?'

His consciousness was too weak and faint to think too much or make any judgments.