Forsaken Starfall-Chapter 167 - 67

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Green light glowed. Illya appeared right beside him. She immediately caught Fyar's shoulder before the young man's face slammed into the ground.

Illya's hands trembled violently as she felt Fyar's neck and chest. Her face was deathly pale.

"Fyar? Oh my Fyar, are you okay?"

Fyar didn't answer. His eyes were half-open, staring blankly at the ground. His consciousness drifted in and out.

Illya's pupils shrank. Her breath hitched.

"Fyar? Fyar!!"

Illya pressed both palms against Fyar's stomach. Green light shone brightly from her fingers.

"Heal... heal... heal... heal..." Illya chanted the spell, her voice trembling with panic.

Footsteps thundered closer. Rasie and Zaefal sprinted toward them. Rasie's face was covered in sweat and dust.

"Oi, what's wrong with Purple Hair?!!" Rasie shouted.

Zaefal stopped two steps away. He stared intently at Fyar, who hung limply in Illya's embrace.

"Fyar?" Zaefal called out flatly, though his brows furrowed deeply.

"He's fine. He's just in shock from losing too much mana."

Hasya landed softly from the air. His clothes were tattered, revealing newly regenerated skin. He touched his chin, which still throbbed with pain from the earlier uppercut.

Fyar could really defeat me if his mana energy were equal to mine... How dangerous would he be at max level?Hasya muttered inwardly.

Illya looked up. Her eyes were wet and glassy. "Really, Hasya? Really??"

Hasya nodded calmly. "Yeah Illya, calm down. His mana channels are just in shock."

Hasya exhaled a long breath, looking at his student with a strange gaze. "Damm man He is truly extraordinary..."

"Y-yeah... I admit it..." Rasie wiped the blood from the corner of her lips. "He really beat you your ass in close combat..."

he is indeed strong. From the beginning I met him, I felt something was wrong with him. A foreign fighting style, combat intelligence above average... plus his Neutralize, Zaefal analyzed inwardly.

Hasya chuckled softly. "He will truly kill me one day."

A strong wind blew. The Giant Owl landed heavily near them.

Cyahs slid down from the bird's back. He jogged over, his face pale with fear seeing Fyar's bloody condition.

"What happened to Fyar?" Cyahs asked, his voice squeaking.

"He's exhausted. Magic overdose," Hasya replied casually while reaching into the pocket of his torn pants. "But he'll be fine."

Hasya took out a small glass bottle containing thick blue liquid. He knelt, pulled the cork with his teeth, then poured the liquid into Fyar's mouth.

Illya looked at the bottle suspiciously. "What is that?"

"Potion Potion," Hasya answered briefly. "This will accelerate physical recovery and refill his mana instantly."

The liquid entered Fyar's throat. The effect was instant. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Gah?!"

Fyar jerked awake. He inhaled greedily as if he had just been drowning. His eyes wildly scanned the surroundings. He saw Hasya's face smiling widely above him.

"Yo Fyar? Hello hello hellooo," Hasya greeted while waving his hand in front of Fyar's face.

"Haaah... you made us worry, idiot." Rasie dropped her butt to the ground, sighing in relief. Her shoulders slumped.

"Thank goodness..." Zaefal muttered softly.

In front of Fyar, Illya, who had been holding back tears, immediately touched both of Fyar's cheeks with trembling hands.

"Fyar..."

Without warning, Illya hugged Fyar's neck. She buried her face into the young man's broad chest.

"Thank goodness Fyar... Thank goodneessss," Illya murmured. Her voice was muffled in Fyar's sweat-soaked shirt.

Fyar blinked in confusion. His hand lifted stiffly, then slowly stroked Illya's green hair gently.

He turned to Hasya. "What happened?"

Hasya put on a feigned serious face. His tone turned heavy and dramatic.

"You fainted, Fyar. You were unconscious for three months."

Rasie, Cyahs, and Zaefal immediately turned to Hasya. Confused.

But a second later, understanding flashed in their eyes. A signal of mischief lit up.

"Huh the fuck you talking about?" Fyar gaped.

He turned to Zaefal, seeking validation. "What does that mean?"

Zaefal narrowed his eyes. His face was perfectly flat, expressionless. "After training with Hasya, you suffered severe internal injuries from mana depletion. As a result, you were dying. We decided to freeze you with Illya's ice magic so you wouldn't die. Just now... after three months, we thawed you out."

Zaefal finished his sentence with a convincing clinical tone. Afterward, he immediately looked away. His shoulders shook, suppressing laughter.

Shiit Z-Zaefal?! He understands?! Wait, why is he so good at lying?! Hasya thought, amazed at the quiet one's improvisation.

"H-haah i am high right now?!" Fyar's face paled.

He turned to Rasie.

"Ouch, I thought you died, Purple Hair..." Rasie shook her head sympathetically, her acting a bit exaggerated. "My god... we had to wait three months changing your diapers..."

Fyar looked at Cyahs in horror.

Cyahs stammered under Fyar's gaze. "Y-yeah Fyar... th-three m-months..." he mumbled while looking down, daring not to make eye contact.

What

the fuck they saying? Are they high? Are they drunk or something? Or iam one who high?! The fuck is happening?! Didn't I just finish sparring against Hasya?! Eh wait... was I really out for 3 months? Frozen?!

Fyar's eyes swept over their appearance. He saw Hasya's torn clothes and the scratch on Rasie's cheek that was still fresh and dripping blood.

Look closely, Hasya's clothes are torn! Rasie's wound is still wet! That means it's from the training just now!

Fyar let out a rough breath.

"What happened, Illya?" Fyar asked gently, his hand still stroking the girl's back in his arms. "Is it true I fainted for three months?"

Illya pulled her face from Fyar's chest. Her eyes were red, her nose slightly runny. She shook her head slowly.

"Hmm."

"You fainted because you used too much mana, Fyar. Maybe around... one to two minutes?" Illya answered innocently.

"Oh, is that so..."

"Thank you"

Fyar clenched his jaw. A vein in his temple bulged. He glared sharply in turn at Rasie, Zaefal, Hasya, and Cyahs.

"Y-you asshole."

"Hahahahaha!"

Rasie burst out laughing. She held her aching stomach. "You actually fucking believed it!! Your face just now!! Your face was pale as a corpse!!"

"Hahahahaha, so stupid!!"

Zaefal finally couldn't hold it back. He laughed softly while covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Hahahahaha!" Hasya joined in laughing freely while slapping his knees. "We got it!!!"

"Good job Rasie, Zaefal, Cyahs!" Hasya gave a thumbs up.

Cyahs smiled awkwardly while scratching his cheek. "S-sorry Fyar..."