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Solomon lay in the mud, feeling an unusual sensation from the back right side of his head. The pain and emptiness there seemed to be quietly filled by some kind of power. His heart was pounding, accompanied by intense nausea and dizziness, but he couldn't move or expel the discomfort from his body. The spell of Ruin was not just healing his physical injuries; it seemed to have planted some ominous seed in his body. This power flowed in his blood, bringing waves of electric-like pain.
A red light surrounded Solomon's body, like tiny currents jumping on his skin. This feeling was both unfamiliar and terrifying. Every flow of light made his body tremble, as if every nerve was being touched by this ominous power. Solomon tried to resist, but he found his will so insignificant in the face of this powerful magic that he even began to question whether he could maintain his consciousness.
As time passed, the Ruin spell seemed to deepen, with the red light not only flowing around Solomon's body, but also beginning to invade his insides. Solomon could feel his organs being stimulated as if by countless tiny needles, each stimulation bringing unbearable pain. His breathing became rapid, each breath feeling like a race against death.
This torment continued for who knows how long, and Solomon felt his consciousness gradually fading, pain and despair intertwining in his heart. Just when he thought he was about to completely succumb to this endless darkness, that force suddenly stopped, the red light gradually dissipating, leaving behind only Solomon's deep gasps and the indescribable fear.
As Solomon's consciousness gradually returned, he felt as if his body had been infused with renewed vitality. This sensation was both unfamiliar and familiar, like waking from a nightmare, with all the pain and despair seemingly dissipating in that moment. However, the darkness in his left eye and the fragmented gaps in his vision, like an insurmountable chasm, constantly reminded him that none of this was unreal.
Solomon's hand trembled as it slowly moved towards the back of his head, where he had been struck by the magic of the Van Loon. When his fingertips touched that area, an unusual sensation surged through him - it was no longer a smooth scalp, but a bumpy, wrinkled scar. Each scar was like a silent testimony, recounting the torment and fear he had endured.
At this moment, Solomon's heart is filled with complex emotions. The shame of failure, the hatred towards Van Loon, the uncertainty of the future... All these emotions intertwine, making him feel immensely heavy. The permanent darkness in his left eye and the scar on the back of his head have become indelible marks on him, forever reminding him of this humiliating failure.
Solomon slowly stands up. Although his physical strength has recovered, the shadow in his heart is hard to dispel. He deeply understands that his battle has just begun, and the road ahead will be full of unknowns and challenges. At this moment, Solomon is no longer the proud and arrogant guardian knight, but a warrior with scars, full of anger and desire for revenge, ready to face this cruel world once again.
When Solomon stood up again, his wounds had been healed by the magic of Ruin, leaving only the irreversible blindness and rough scars. Palladio, however, seemed indifferent to this, observing his reaction with an almost mischievous attitude. His mouth curved in a half-smile as he reached out to lightly pat Solomon's shoulder, as if making a friendly gesture to an old friend, yet filled with sarcasm and provocation.
"Wow! Look at you, good as new, just missing an eye!" Palladio's voice carried a hint of mockery, as if making fun of Solomon's misfortune, turning a life-and-death struggle into a mere entertainment.
Solomon felt a surge of anger boiling in his heart, and he glared at Palladio with his remaining right eye, filled with anger and disdain towards the human federal general. He forcefully pushed away Palladio's hand, standing in a more resolute posture, as if he were an unshakable mountain. His voice was low and threatening: "Only Nora can command me, human federal general, do not be so self-righteous!"
This statement seemed like a heavy blow, striking at Palladio's pride, but Palladio did not react much. The smile on Palladio's face did not diminish in the slightest at Solomon's response; instead, he seemed to be even more amused, casually waving his hand as if seeking some entertainment in the conversation with Solomon. "Oh... Guardian Knight, do not forget the deal you just made with me," his tone was full of sarcasm and mockery, "You will obey me, achieve victories on the battlefield... glorify the human federal, right?"
Solomon's face grew darker, his anger boiling like molten lava within him, but constrained by the recent deal, he had to suppress his emotions. "My allegiance lies only with Nora, not with a conniving schemer like you." His voice was firm and resolute, each word seemingly a challenge to Palladio's mockery and disdain.
Palladio simply smiled at the retort, as if expecting Solomon's response. He lightly patted Solomon's shoulder, appearing to understand Solomon's mood, but the cunning in his eyes revealed his true thoughts. "Well then, Guardian Knight, I look forward to your performance on the battlefield. Don't forget, you are now a member of our human federal, and your victory will be our victory as well." With that, Palladio turned and left, leaving Solomon alone to face the ravaged battlefield and his own complex emotions.
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