When Midir opened his eyes again, the scene before him had changed completely.
He found himself lying in a strange yet cozy room, surrounded by soft bedding that felt like being enveloped in clouds. It was incredibly comfortable.
He slowly sat up and felt the warm, bright sunlight filtering through the gaps in the window curtains.
He tried moving his body and found that the intense fatigue from before had vanished, replaced by an almost overflowing sense of vitality and energy.
He took a deep breath. The air was filled with a faint scent of incense, a peaceful and serene atmosphere that made him relax involuntarily.
Just as he was about to swing his legs out of bed, the door gave a slight creak and slowly opened.
Aila peeked cautiously through the crack in the door, her eyes meeting Midir’s just as he was about to step onto the floor.
Seeing that Midir was awake, a look of joy instantly appeared on Aila’s face. She threw the door open eagerly and shouted to those outside.
“He’s awake! Midir is awake!”
Following Aila’s call, a flurry of footsteps sounded from the hallway. Blake and the others quickly rushed into the room, their faces etched with concern and anxiety.
“Mr. Midir! It’s wonderful that you’re alright. You gave us quite a scare when you collapsed. We tried so many ways to wake you, but nothing worked!...”
The moment Blake entered, the words poured out of him like a rapid-fire cannon.
Beside him, Ronald took out a device resembling a small round mirror and began scanning it over various parts of Midir’s body. He turned to Aila at the door and said, “See? See? I told you he was as healthy as an ox. I knew I couldn’t have been wrong. But why wouldn’t you wake up before? Let me do another check later!”
Rosal was the last to enter, carefully carrying a bowl of steaming meat porridge. It was clear she had been keeping it warm somewhere, given how quickly she had brought it up.
Seeing everyone making such a fuss, Midir rubbed his forehead and asked in confusion, “Where is this? How long have I been asleep? Why do you all look so shocked?”
“This is a guest room in the Duke’s Manor, Mr. Midir. It has been a full four days since the battle at the wall. You’ve been in a deep sleep this whole time, so everyone was very worried about you,” Rosal explained as she placed the bowl on the bedside table, her eyes full of concern.
“Four... four days? Has it been that long? I felt like not even four hours had passed...”
Midir was momentarily stunned by her answer, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he slowly raised a hand to his chest. Under everyone’s watchful gaze, a soft and mysterious light began to gather in his palm.
First, the four basic elements that formed the foundation of the world—water, fire, earth, and wind—appeared almost simultaneously. Immediately after, the black and white representing light and darkness quietly merged in, adding a deeper layer to the radiance.
As these elements slowly blended in Midir’s palm, they condensed into a brilliant, multicolored sphere. It looked like a miniature vision of the universe’s creation, both beautiful and full of mystery.
However, this splendor did not last long. The colors of the sphere began to fade, eventually condensing into a wisp of rose-red energy that was nearly transparent yet exceptionally pure.
This touch of rose-red energy instantly sent Midir’s thoughts back to that strange dream space. That place had been filled with similar energy fluctuations, which had given him an unprecedented sense of peace and belonging.
A strong intuition surged in his heart; there was surely a profound connection between the two. Perhaps this was the key to his awakening power, or perhaps it was a guide to reclaiming his memories.
The others stared intently at the light sphere in Midir’s hand, which was as brilliant as neon and constantly shifting colors, their eyes full of confusion and curiosity.
Finally, Aila broke the silence, her voice tinged with worry.
“Midir, what are you doing? This scene makes me feel like you’re doing another dangerous experiment! Where did that sphere of light in your hand come from?”
Midir looked up at Aila, a flash of helplessness in his eyes. Just as he was struggling to find an explanation, a steady and cool male voice spoke leisurely from the doorway.
“That wisp in his hand is the Power of Creation, a type of Transcendent Power.”
Everyone turned their heads to see the tall, red-haired man had appeared in the room at some unknown point. His deep gaze was locked onto the strange energy in Midir’s hand, his eyes flashing with a look of genuine interest.
“Creation... Transcendent Power? Mr. Phoenix, since you seem to know... why don’t you explain it to us?”
Aila’s brow furrowed, clearly confused by these sudden new terms, so she turned her questioning gaze toward the red-haired man—Phoenix.
Midir’s gaze also shifted to Phoenix, carrying a hint of inquiry and doubt.
He captured an indescribable sense of familiarity from the red-haired man before him. But this familiarity did not stem from any daily interaction; it was a deeper, more complex connection.
“Oh, that’s right, Midir, you probably haven't met him yet. This is the brave savior Rosal often mentions, and the Magic Swordsman I mentioned before, Phoenix,” Aila introduced him.
She then noticed the two men were staring intensely at each other. The atmosphere became very strange, and the air in the room seemed to freeze.
Ultimately, it was Midir who broke the silence.
With a light wave of his hand, he let the brilliant energy dissipate into nothingness. He then stood up, looked Phoenix straight in the eye, and asked in a firm, unquestionable tone, “Strange... though I’m not sure why I feel this way, we know each other... right? What else do you know?”
“Yes, we know each other.”
Phoenix nodded slightly, his tone calm and steady. But this answer was like a stone thrown into a lake, stirring up waves of shock in the hearts of everyone in the room.
“Then please tell me, who am I?”
Midir’s voice trembled slightly with urgency. Every word seemed squeezed from between his teeth, revealing his inner anxiety and unease.
However, Phoenix only shook his head gently, a flash of complex emotion in his eyes, and gave a brief, firm answer.
“I cannot say.”
“You... why? Since you know, why can’t you say? What if I force you to tell me?!”
Midir’s anger was ignited in an instant. He could not understand why Phoenix would be so stingy with information that was vital to him.
He lunged forward, hands clenched into fists, instinctively grabbing Phoenix by the collar. He stared into the man’s deep purple eyes, as if trying to read the answer within them.
But Phoenix did not flinch. His expression remained as calm as water, without a trace of fear.
“Now is not the time,” he said slowly, his voice soft yet incredibly firm.
“It would not be a good thing for you if I were the one to say it. Some truths must be uncovered by you alone. Trust me, when the time is right, everything will come to light.”
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