Omega's Rebirth-Chapter 638: Something Calling ()

"Have I not said I do not want you touching him?" Xenon asked Ida in a dark tone.

"I... I could not just stand by the side and do nothing. I have to bring down his fever..." Ida defended herself in a trembling tone.

Xenon’s eyes narrowed, as much as he did not appreciate the sight or have the slightest bit of trust for Ida, it was a fact that Verothrax’s recovery was heavily dependent on her at this point.

Xenon’s gaze moved to Verothrax, his brows then furrowed into a frown. Whatever had happened out there had drained Verothrax of his strength and had been too tasking on his body.

Xenon was not certain why Verothrax’s magic that was usually within his control had taken such an ugly turn, but it had already been centuries since Verothrax had been in his slumber, one could not account for what had happened in those decades.

However, Xenon had not anticipated that Verothrax’s magic could be so detrimental to them and Verothrax himself also, it was too strange what had happened, Xenon knew there was something more to it but he had no way of confirming that.

At this point, Verothrax had been in and out of consciousness multiple times in these days. Though he had regained consciousness at intervals, he was mostly confused and disoriented when he did and even at the times that he was clear headed, he did not remain conscious for a very long time.

Xenon was not certain for how much longer it would be before Verothrax recovered his strength and was sober enough to aid Xenon in finding a way back and putting the things he had ruined back in order.

"Just..let me see to him. So he doesn’t get worse..." Ida asked Xenon from where she stood.

Xenon pursed his lips but stepped aside, letting Ida approach Verothrax’s bedside and tend to his wounds.

Ida dutifully wiped off the perspiration gathered on Verothrax’s forehead and she continuously did so while Xenon just stood to the side, watching in silence.

A few hours passed by and a few changes of fresh water, while Xenon kept watch all along, but finally, Verothrax’s fever seemed to have calmed, his expression eased up and his sleep was much more relaxed.

Ida breathed a quiet sigh of relief as she placed the towel down, lifting a hand to dry down her own perspiration.

"His fever is down now, he is stable... I do not know how long till he recovers fully, I cannot tell anything physically wrong with him...he just keeps relapsing."

"And the herbs available here are limited. Even if they were available... I would not know what to brew, this is all I can do for now..." Ida relayed to Xenon, breathing another sigh of exhaustion.

She stepped away from the bed, rolling her shoulder to ease her stiff muscles from tending to Verothrax for hours.

Ida found herself a seat and slumped down into it, ensuring she was still a reasonable distance away from Xenon.

Xenon said nothing in response, he walked over to Verothrax’s bedside and leaned down, placing a palm over Verothrax’s forehead.

Xenon grunted beneath his breath, as he was no healer, Verothrax’s condition and health state was unknown to him.

All Xenon knew was that it was he who had sustained all the physical injuries from the crash, Verothrax was perfectly unharmed yet in a more precarious situation.

"Magic... I will never understand how it works." Xenon murmured to himself.

Xenon turned back, he was about to demand for Ida to take her leave if she was finished with all she needed to do but Xenon found that Ida was already fast asleep on the chair she sat on, her head leaning against the wall.

Xenon strode over to her slowly, keeping his footsteps silent. He stopped right in front of Ida, reaching for the iron mask that concealed her visage.

Xenon’s had stopped just an inch away from the mask and he shook his head slightly.

"What does it matter to me what she is or what she is hiding? I cannot be bothered to expend my thoughts on some random woman... the moment I catch a slip, I will have her head." Xenon thought to himself.

With his thoughts collected, Xenon passed a look over to Verothrax again and then to Ida.

Breathing a sigh, Xenon walked over to Verothrax’s bed. He placed a hand down on the iron frame of the bed and infused his flame into it...not enough that it would be noticed but just enough that he would sense if anyone got too close to Verothrax.

Xenon then strode out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Xenon glanced down the hallway, on his left lead back to where he had come from, the only part of the tower that was accessible and occupied by Ida.

And on the right lead to the stairwell and the many floors of the shadow castle that were sealed off with heavy iron gates.

Xenon had done his fair share of wandering and he had not been surprised to find that other than this floor, everywhere else led to a dead end.

"King Agardan gave the order to seal off all levels of the shadow tower after the uprising... those gates are sealed with dragon fire and can only be opened with the same." Xenon recalled.

"This floor being the only exception as it was an abandoned attic level already... how is it that someone has been here all this time? She could not have lived as long as the uprising... what events found her here in the forbidden swamps where no life dares venture?" Xenon murmured.

Xenon shook his head slightly and continued down the right path. As much as he had wandered, Xenon had not found the need to trespass beyond any of the sealed levels...

Those levels hid darkness and depravities the dragons had wanted buried for all eternity...yet for every day since Xenon had regained consciousness, those halls called to him.

Xenon could feel it deep within, it was difficult to explain and he had resisted it firmly every single time.

’But now that I am here, why do I feel like there is a purpose for it? Why do I feel there is something I am meant to find?’ Xenon thought in bafflement.