All Chapters of The Healer's Bond : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Emma had seen wounds before—deep lacerations, burns, infected cuts oozing poison—but nothing like this.She hovered over Steve’s exposed chest, her hands trembling slightly as she stared down at the jagged gashes across his torso. At first, they seemed like ordinary battle wounds—shallow slices where ice-blades had raked his skin—but beneath the surface, strange blue veins were branching outward, like frost creeping along glass. Every pulse of his heart seemed to carry the cold further.“Emma?” Steve’s voice was hoarse, but steady. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”“I’ve seen something worse,” she murmured. “There are active frost bites in your cuts. They’re not just slowing your healing—they’re freezing your regenerative ability.”She leaned closer, brushing her fingers along the edge of a wound. The skin was cold—unnaturally cold—and the surrounding tissue looked more like permafrost than living flesh.“It hurts like hell, too,” Steve muttered, forcing a grin even as he winced. H

"So there is something between us," The man stated."There was and unfortunately there still is," Priscillia replied.They walked into an opening and the man saw young women, plenty of them of them going about with large books and in a hurry to get somewhere.He remembered that Priscillia mentioned students."What do they teach here?" He asked."Everything to protect themselves from what happened before," Priscillia said.The man has no idea what she meant.He got curious looks from all the women Android he staggered slightly from what he sensed from them.Priscillia noticed his discomfort and smiled. She saw him like a newborn child and it pleased her very much."What is happening?" The man asked in disbelief and slight pain as he frowned."Your mind is wide open," Priscillia replied."What does that mean?" The man asked.Priscillia did not answer, instead she led him outside and the man gasped in shock has the cold it him. It was as if the warmth of the world had been wiped out of e

The Frost Sovereign stood alone in the Chamber of Resonance. Forever patient, forever learning, forever watching. He felt nothing and yet he felt everything. He could feel his coldness reaching the farthest ends of the world. He knew the exact number of things both living and dead caught under his cold. Frozen forever. Although, he felt no emotions, he was mildly surprised that it had taken him this long to finish his mission. Encase the world in eternal ice. But a fire breathing dragon was prolonging his task. A dragon his ice warden should have subdued by now. Frost Sovereign had created the Warden perfectly without no known weakness and yet it was late in defeating a mere dragon. Then, there was the fire controlling girl. He had no idea what to make of her but he could not deny that she was of a great obstacle to his goal. He had not expected any form of resistance when he woke up from his deep and long slumber but here he was planning, scheming and calculating how to defeat

"You will go by the name of Adam," Priscillia told him. "Because that was what I knew you by when you came to me."The man nodded, grateful that there was no sound in his head driving him crazy."Adam," He whispered. The name felt right and he nodded.He stood up and felt a bit nauseous and dizzy as he did. He was not going to get used to this human body anytime soon.He dreaded that he was going to be stuck like this for a while. He shuddered as he thought of how many more unwanted things he would eventually come to experience."I can feel your fear, it is so exhilarating to see you afraid," Priscillia said."And you seem to be enjoying my discomfort so much," Adam replied with uncertainty in his voice."I want to enjoy more than that," Priscillia said with a cold smile.His stomach growled and he felt his stomach sucking in. His mouth began to water and his throat felt parched.Another discomfort. Again, he thought about how much things humans had to go through just to exist.Prisci

Emma had never seen mountains burn.Not in the way the Ashthorn Range did, with smoldering red cracks that bled down the rock like veins of molten memory. The air itself shimmered with heat, and the sky was permanently cast in bruised reds and greys. It felt like standing beneath a sun that had lost its mind.And somewhere inside it lay the Flame Archives.“It’s like the world is holding its breath,” Emma said, pulling her cloak tighter against the heat.Long, walking beside her in a half-draconic form to resist the sulfur, gave a soft grunt. “It remembers too much.”Behind them, Steve, Marcus, and Sarah navigated the narrow path with care, skirting edges where lava gurgled beneath fragile crusts.Steve glanced around. “This is the place you said was sealed by the Ember Elders, right?”Emma nodded. “The Flame Archives were buried after the Ember War—when the fire mages burned too hot and nearly ruptured the world’s core. It’s been dormant since.”“Until now,” Marcus muttered. “Because