Three Years

The magic fluctuation inside the cottage gradually calmed down as the Sigil's symbol was successfully implanted on Zephyr's forehead.

"Ngrgh..."

Zephyr groaned as his head dropped with a loud thud on the floor. He was completely exhausted from the whole ordeal.

Kyran, who still had his hand on the back of Zephyr's head, was also exhausted. Beads of sweat trickled down his face as he panted in short gasps. His complexion was pale, and his eyes were listless.

"Are you out of your mind?" Nolan exploded as soon as the two silver rings on the floor decreased in size.

"What the f*ck are you playing at performing such a complex ritual with your condition?" Nolan continued as he lowered his hands and strode to Kyran's side.

He reached out to grab Kyran's shoulder. However, his hands only touched air. Because it was at this time that Kyran started to slip forward.

"Oi!"

"Kyran!"

Nolan and Anette both exclaimed as they rushed forward.