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Qin Si hurried down the corridor, her high heels clicking against the floor, echoing like urgent drums in the silence, striking at the hearts of everyone present. The Elders arrived one after another, their expressions grave as they whispered among themselves, filling the air with a tense atmosphere.
Aelia sat at the head of the table, her face stern and her eyes glinting with unwavering determination, reminiscent of the calm before a storm. Meanwhile, Luna clutched the tassels of her Cradle tightly, her chubby little face adorned with large, dark eyes that sparkled with wisdom beyond her years. She sensed a clear energy wave flowing like a gentle stream deep within the Underground of the Magic Castle.
"The Spirit Spring..." she murmured to herself, a hint of joy emerging on her small face. The Magic Castle was shrouded in gloom, its Magic Element in disarray, and an oppressive feeling hung heavily in the air.
Her elder brother's face was pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he nearly fainted from the pain of Magic Backlash. The Second Brother appeared even more dejected; his once-bright eyes were now dull, resembling a flower on the verge of wilting. Although Brother San maintained an outward calm, his clenched fists and trembling lips betrayed his inner turmoil.
"Mother, I know where we can find the Spirit Spring to alleviate everyone's Magic Dilemma," Luna's clear voice broke the silence like a ray of light piercing through darkness.
Aelia looked up sharply. "The Spirit Spring? But..."
"Trust me, Mother," Luna's gaze was resolute, her tone leaving no room for doubt.
Though the others were skeptical, their dire situation left them with no choice. Thus, guided by Luna's words and clinging to their last shred of hope, they rushed toward the direction of the Spirit Spring.
The Second Brother had been in despair until he heard "Spirit Spring," which felt like a lifeline thrown to him; hope ignited in his once-dull eyes. Dragging his weary body along, he stumbled behind the others with only one thought in mind: to survive and escape this cursed Magic Dilemma!
The journey was long and arduous; a decaying odor filled the air while slippery mud made each step exceptionally difficult. Yet thoughts of the Spirit Spring ahead filled them with renewed strength.
Finally, they arrived at the location of the Spirit Spring. A refreshing breeze greeted them as they beheld crystal-clear water shimmering with a faint blue glow, resembling stars twinkling in the night sky.
"It really is the Spirit Spring!" The group erupted in joy, disregarding everything else as they eagerly drew upon its power. Some cried tears of joy while others embraced one another; the oppressive atmosphere vanished, replaced by elation at having survived.
Luna watched this scene with satisfaction but remained vigilant. "Elder Brother, maintain order and prevent anyone from fighting over it," she calmly instructed.
He nodded and quickly organized everyone to draw from the Spirit Spring's power in an orderly manner, preventing chaos from breaking out.
Brother San observed all this in astonishment. "Luna, how did you know there was a Spirit Spring here?"
Luna smiled gently. "I just wanted to help everyone out of this predicament; it's my wish." Her tone was soft yet imbued with unwavering resolve.
The glow of the Spirit Spring illuminated every face and brightened the future of the Magic Castle.
Just as everyone basked in their joy, Lucius hurried back, weary yet excited as he held a seed radiating Golden Radiance.
"I found it! I found the Celestial Seed!" he exclaimed with trembling excitement. "A mysterious immortal told me this Celestial Seed can help us solve our disaster..."
Upon returning to the castle, what had once been a deathly silent hall now buzzed with life—cries, laughter, and shouts intertwined as if awakening from a nightmare into the light of day.
Amidst this chaos and gratitude, all footsteps converged toward Luna's Cradle. She remained seated within it, her dark eyes holding an unfathomable brilliance that pierced through hearts like a sharp blade.
The chubby little face radiated innocence, yet there was a disconcerting calmness about her.
“Luna is our savior…”
“If it weren’t for her, we might have already—”
As the crowd surged forward, everyone suddenly knelt in unison, the sound of their knees hitting the ground echoing through the grand hall like a heavy Zhong Ming, striking Leonard’s heart.
He stood in the corner, his fists clenched beneath his heavy cloak, silent and brooding.
Surrounded by the little girl who clutched the edge of the Cradle, people murmured their thanks and whispered praises, but to him—there was only indifference like the wind.
Leonard felt an unprecedented sense of dislocation.
He had once been the backbone of this Magic Castle, a figure of awe as its Lord, yet now he felt like a mere observer embedded in this painting, powerless and voiceless.
Aelia quietly approached Luna and knelt on one knee, bowing her head close to Luna’s small hand.
“Luna, I… thank you.” Her voice trembled slightly, as if long-suppressed emotions had suddenly found an outlet; her eyes, once cold and indifferent to everything, were now glistening with tears.
Luna slowly raised one soft little hand and placed it on Aelia’s head, her voice tender yet imbued with a fateful calmness:
“The Magic Castle hasn’t fallen yet. As long as each of you stands strong, it can remain upright.”
Everyone was momentarily stunned, followed by a heavy nasal sound and responses.
“We are still here; we cannot let the Magic Castle rot away.”
“As long as the Spring of Spirits exists, we will not retreat!”
Luna gently turned her small body in the Cradle and cast an almost unabashed glance toward Leonard in the corner.
She didn’t speak, but her gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing through hearts with its intensity.
Leonard furrowed his brow deeply; he finally spoke in a low and heavy tone: “Luna, I… I have no right to speak.”
He did not argue or try to gloss over his past betrayals; his shadow lay on the carpet, illuminated by the light from the Spring of Spirits into a distorted silhouette.
“I was wrong.” His voice was gritty like sand. “Luna, thank you for saving Aelia and for saving the Magic Castle… I will henceforth be your most loyal guardian.”
The crowd’s emotions gradually calmed down; Aelia was the first to rise and turned to all the residents of the Magic Castle: “The Spring of Spirits will be our new lifeline. From now on, I will personally guard it until magical order is restored and until the Magic Castle is reborn.”
A thunderous applause erupted like a surging tide, echoing against the stone walls.
Luna sat in the Cradle but her gaze fell upon those melancholic eyes amidst the excited crowd, especially Brother San.
He looked at the enthusiastic crowd but never revealed a smile.
“Magic has returned,” Luna raised her voice, clear as a bell, “but there are deeper crises ahead. The calamity has not been resolved; we cannot rely solely on the Spring of Spirits to survive.”
The crowd quieted down.
“Without the Celestial Seed, this land remains barren. Magic may have returned, but without food to eat, that is not true survival.” She spoke earnestly but did not shy away from harsh realities.
Aelia’s expression grew serious as she nodded in response: “We all know that, but the Celestial Seed is not something ordinary; currently—there is none in the Magic Castle.” Alright then, darling, fasten your seatbelt because things are about to get wild!
Let us dive headfirst into this magical chaos.
The mysterious celestial being was already eccentric by nature; upon hearing that Lucius dared to soak the Celestial Seed in mere earthly soil for mundane matters, he was instantly filled with rage.
Celestial energy swirled around him like an impending storm, nearly knocking Lucius off his feet.
“Bold mortal! Do you know how precious this Celestial Seed is? How dare you desecrate it!” The celestial being’s voice thundered like a storm, making Lucius feel as if his eardrums were buzzing under an invisible pressure that left him breathless.
He gritted his teeth tightly and fought against this overwhelming force without retreating even an inch.
Holding that bowl of soil soaked with Celestial Seed in his hands, he felt its rich earthly aroma intertwining with the pure celestial energy emanating from the seed itself—a strange contrast indeed.
He took a deep breath, gathering his courage to speak. "Great Celestial One, while the Celestial Seed is precious, if it cannot take root and grow, it is ultimately just a seed. Only by allowing it to take root in the mortal realm can it fulfill its purpose and save the people of Magic Castle."
Lucius's voice, though not loud, was remarkably firm, each word striking at the heart of the Celestial Being.
The Celestial Being looked into his resolute eyes and felt a stir of emotion within. He had initially thought Lucius was just an ordinary mortal, but he was surprised by his boldness and determination.
After a moment of silence, the aura surrounding the Celestial Being gradually calmed, and the storm subsided. He sighed helplessly, his tone carrying a hint of concession. "Very well, since you are so insistent, I will grant your wish. But remember, the mortal world is fraught with danger; do not let your guard down."
With a wave of his hand, a flash of golden light appeared, and the dirt on the Celestial Seed vanished, replaced by a faint golden glow.
He handed the Celestial Seed to Lucius, speaking earnestly. "This Celestial Seed contains powerful celestial energy; you must use it carefully and never misuse it."
Lucius accepted the Celestial Seed with gratitude and excitement filling his heart. He understood that this seed represented hope and the future of Magic Castle.
He bowed deeply to the Celestial Being and said, "Thank you, Great Celestial One! I will not let you down!"
As Lucius departed, the Celestial Being watched his retreating figure and murmured to himself, "The mortal world is perilous; why do you cling to this path?" His voice carried a trace of resignation.
He reached out as if to call Lucius back but ultimately let it go. He knew that Lucius's destiny was already set; there was nothing he could change.
Lucius ran swiftly, the wind howling past his ears as his clothes billowed behind him, as if he were about to soar with the breeze.
He clutched the Celestial Seed tightly in his hand, filled with excitement and anticipation. He had finally obtained the Celestial Seed; he could finally save the people of Magic Castle!
Eagerly, he envisioned planting the Celestial Seed in the land of Magic Castle so that it could take root and flourish.
He dashed back to Magic Castle and found the most fertile soil, carefully burying the Celestial Seed within it.
Holding onto the bowl that had once soaked the Celestial Seed's earth, he gently sprinkled it around the seed's new home as if communicating with both the land and the seed.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, savoring the fragrance of the soil and feeling the vitality of the Celestial Seed; hope surged within him.
"I will ensure that you take root here and grow strong," he whispered softly, his voice filled with determination and confidence.
Slowly opening his eyes, he gazed at the patch of earth before him. In his mind's eye, he could see the Celestial Seed sprouting and thriving; he could envision the joyous faces of Magic Castle's people.
"Wait for me, Luna."
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