Chapter 2638: Cost of Peace
"Please—help him! Help my friend!!"
Klea’s voice cracked with desperation as she raced behind the stretcher team. Chumo’s limp body was cradled by a shimmering field of gravity magic, suspended between life and death, or perhaps already beyond. Every step she took echoed like a drumbeat of panic against the cold marble floors of the Olympian medical sanctum.
The room they entered was silent, sterile, and bathed in a dim celestial glow. Three specialists awaited them. One was a master of body reconstruction, another a soul specialist, and the last a grand master alchemist. Each was experienced, but none of them held hope.
The healers moved quickly, slipping Chumo’s ravaged body into a suspended crystal healing tube. Runes flared. The liquid around him shimmered into motion. A full diagnostic began.
The monitors blinked. Then fell flat.
No heartbeat.
No soul resonance.
No life force detected.
"...He’s gone," muttered the physique specialist. "Everything’s shut down. His body temperature is dropping rapidly. Zero cellular regeneration."
The soul specialist shook his head. "His soul has dissipated. His life force burned out. Likely due to a forbidden technique."
"No," Klea shouted, "please, scan again!"
The alchemist gave her a pitying look. "I’m sorry. He’s beyond saving."