Soulbound: Dual Cultivation

Chapter 285: You little thief

"Never thought I’d live to see a sky this clear again," Lira murmured, watching the horizon where faint streaks of purple lingered.

Seraphine gave a faint smile. "After walking through that abyss, even the sound of crickets feels like a gift."

Mirielle nodded quietly beside her, her hands wrapped around her knees. "It almost feels unreal," she said in a soft voice. "We stepped out of a nightmare and found the world again."

The empress looked at the flickering fire, her expression unreadable. "Do not get too comfortable," she said after a moment. "The nightmare is not over. We only left one behind." Her tone was calm, but there was a weight in her words that pressed on all of them.

Nyx poked at the fire with a stick. "Then let us at least eat, we survived something. You’ll have time to lecture us later," she said lightly, a small grin tugging at her lips. Her words drew a few quiet chuckles, even from the loyalists at the other fire.

The crippled grandmaster, sitting with his hands folded across his knees, spoke at last. "She is right though. Survival is temporary in times like these. You may have crossed the abyss, but that does not mean the path ahead will be easier."

Varran handed him a roasted piece of meat, steaming and glistening with fat. "Then let us be grateful for temporary things," he said firmly. "The living have no business worrying like the dead."

The grandmaster’s eyes flickered in the firelight as he accepted the meat.

Around the second fire, the conversation was lighter. Selene was trying to divide the meat evenly, though her attention kept drifting to the little Ice Belle who had perched beside her. The tiny creature was watching the roasting meat intently, her translucent wings fluttering faintly, her large eyes reflecting the light of the fire, she had just finished her portion of meat.

"Don’t even think about it," Selene said sternly, turning the stick so the other side of the meat would cook. "This one is mine."

The Ice Belle ignored her entirely. In the blink of an eye, her tiny hand reached out and snatched a small chunk that had just fallen onto the flat stone beside Selene.

"Hey!" Selene exclaimed, glaring down at her. The others laughed softly as the Ice Belle began nibbling the stolen meat, her expression completely unbothered.

"You little thief," Selene muttered and lightly smacked her on the head with a finger.

The Ice Belle let out a small hiss...more like an annoyed puff of air than an actual sound...and hugged the meat protectively, glaring at Selene with her tiny, glittering eyes.

Lira tried to hold back her laughter. "She’s just a baby, Selene," she said, still giggling.

"Then she should eat like one," Selene replied, shaking her head.

Nyx leaned toward the creature and tapped the ground gently. "Come here, little one," she said softly. The Ice Belle turned to look at her, then floated toward Nyx’s lap. Nyx stroked her small, icy head with her thumb and tore off a piece of meat. "Here," she whispered.

The Ice Belle took the piece, froze it into crystal-like ice in her hands, and then ate it. Everyone watched, amused and fascinated.

"She turns meat into ice before eating it," Seraphine said with a faint smile. "That’s... different."

"She’s divine," Mirielle whispered, her eyes soft. "Even her hunger is strange."

"Strange or not," Nyx said quietly, "she saved our lives."

The empress looked at the Ice Belle for a long time before speaking. "And perhaps," she said, her voice low but certain, "she will have to save us again before this journey ends."

After they had eaten their fill and the fires burned low to faint embers, the camp grew quiet beneath the pale shimmer of moonlight. The night stretched wide and clear, the stars scattered across the heavens like shards of crystal, their reflections rippling faintly upon the surface of the fountain nearby. The air was cool and calm, touched with the scent of wet grass and smoke, for the first time in many days, there was peace.

One after another, the weary travelers drifted into sleep. The loyalists lay close together near their dying fire, wrapped in cloaks and worn blankets.

The Valerion guards spread out across the perimeter, they took turns keeping watch...two at a time, while the others rested....Captain Varran himself stood under the shadow of a tree, his posture straight despite the fatigue in his bones, his gaze sweeping the edges of the darkened field.

By the second fire, the empress’s companions had already fallen asleep. Seraphine rested with her head against Lira’s shoulder, Nyx had curled up near the fading warmth of the flames, and Mirielle’s soft breathing could be heard just beyond them. Selene lay flat on her back, eyes half open, watching the stars until sleep claimed her too. The Ice Belle, small and serene, was nestled once again against Lucas’s chest where he lay nearby, her faint glow pulsing gently like a heartbeat.

The empress, however, did not rest. She moved quietly away from the camp and went toward the fountain, her long hair catching the silver light of the moon. The water there was still, only stirring when her steps reached its edge. She lowered herself to her knees and closed her eyes, drawing a deep breath as she began to gather the scattered strands of her Qi. The exhaustion in her veins was heavy, her body still weakened from the strain of defending the group within the abyss, but her will was unbending.

Slowly, the faint radiance of her cultivation surrounded her. The water near her feet began to ripple gently, the surface glowing faintly in response to her energy. Her hands rested upon her knees, her breathing deep and steady as the world around her quieted into a still hush.

Across the camp, one of the guards murmured softly to another, "She hasn’t rested since we left Lechia."

"She’s the empress," the other replied in a whisper. "If she falters, the rest of us would have nothing to follow."

Varran, hearing them, did not speak. He merely turned his gaze toward where she sat beside the fountain, the faint shimmer of her Qi dancing in the night air like silver mist.

Hours passed in silence, broken only by the crackle of the fires and the distant song of night insects. The empress continued her cultivation, letting the flow of energy slowly mend what the battle and darkness had drained from her. Each inhale drew in the serenity of the night; each exhale released the fatigue clinging to her spirit.

Behind her, the camp slept deeply, the faint sound of breathing blending with the whisper of the wind. The Ice Belle stirred once, her tiny hand twitching as though sensing the empress’s energy, then fell still again, her glow dimming to a soft pale hue.

By the time the moon reached its highest point, the empress opened her eyes. The pain had lessened, her aura steadier, her strength slowly returning. She gazed toward her people sleeping by the fires and then toward Lucas, whose body remained still but not lifeless. A hint of resolve crossed her face.