Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls
Chapter 189 - 189: Amelia woke up

Kael walked through the silent corridors of the hospital wing, his footsteps echoing softly against the cold marble floor. The air had the typical smell of antiseptic mixed with a light fragrance of flowers that tried to soothe the atmosphere, but nothing could dispel the feeling of uneasiness that grew in his chest.

He stopped in front of the door to Amelia's room, the only one among the injured who was still unconscious after the incident. The door was ajar, and inside, a doctor dressed in a white coat was writing down data on the monitor next to the bed.

Upon noticing Kael's presence, the doctor quickly turned around and bowed slightly.

"Mr. Kael." Her voice was calm, but there was a glimmer of hope. "I'm sure she'll wake up in a few hours. Her body has already healed completely, and her energy has been fully restored. The regeneration process went beyond expectations.

Kael let out a restrained sigh, approaching the bed where Amelia lay, her eyes closed, pale under the soft light of the room.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of doubt and relief. "She hasn't responded to anything so far."

The doctor smiled softly, looking at the signals on the monitor.

"Her brain is starting to react. Her neurological functions indicate that she is on the threshold between deep sleep and awakening. It's as if she is recharging a strength that has been drained for a long time."

Kael nodded, feeling the tension ease a little, but still stuck in uncertainty.

"Thank you." he said, with a brief, sad smile. "I hope to be here when she opens her eyes."

"She will need you." the doctor replied, before returning to the monitor.

Kael stood there, watching Amelia, as if in that moment he could convey all the strength and hope that he himself was trying to gather within himself.

Kael sat in a chair near the bed, his gaze fixed on Amelia as the hours slowly passed between silences and small movements on the monitors. The sun was beginning to decline outside, casting long shadows across the room. He breathed slowly, trying to remain calm despite the anxiety that was eating away at him inside.

Suddenly, Amelia's eyes opened wide, full of confusion and fear.

"Where... where am I?" her voice came out weak, shaky.

Kael approached her immediately, trying to give her the reassurance she needed.

"You're safe, Amelia. You're in the hospital."

She blinked several times, trying to focus on the face that was watching her.

"Who... who are you?" her voice carried surprise, almost disbelief, and a hint of distrust.

Kael sighed, after all, he would have to explain again that story about his body being passed through time to the future. This was already irritating him a little.

"It's me, Kael." He spoke wearily.

She frowned, looking him up and down, her eyes narrowing. "But... you were a child." His voice was almost a whisper. "Ten, eleven, right? How... how is that possible?"

Kael felt a knot in his stomach.

"Yes, I..." he began, with difficulty, "My grandfather forced my body to time so that I could contain the strength I have, so yes, it's still me. Despite the matured body."

Amelia watched him closely, still trying to understand.

"You're different..." His voice wavered between recognition and shock. "I thought... I was going to die..."

Kael smiled, a soft, almost sad smile.

"You're not going to die, Amelia. I promise I'll protect you. No matter what happens."

She blinked, still trying to accommodate in her mind the image of that young adult who claimed to be the same boy she knew.

"It's strange... seeing you like this." Her voice cracked a little, heavy with emotion. "But hearing that... gives me hope."

Kael gently squeezed her hand.

"I had to go through a lot to get here. To be by your side now."

Amelia took a deep breath, as if seeking strength.

"And I... I don't want to depend on anyone. I want to be able to stand up on my own."

He nodded, understanding.

"You will. And I'll be here to help when you need me. But for now, rest. Your body and mind need to recover."

She closed her eyes slowly, the tension on her face giving way to a momentary peace.

Kael left the room with his heart still heavy, but relieved to see Amelia finally awake. The hallway seemed quieter now, as if the world had held its breath with him all this time.

As he turned the corner, he spotted Exelia, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, her expression neutral—although her eyes carried that constant vigilance of someone who was already expecting trouble. She uncrossed her arms when she saw him and began walking beside him without saying a word.

"Were you waiting?" Kael asked, his hands in his pockets, his mind still divided.

"Always." Exelia replied, giving him a sideways glance. "Did she wake up?"

"Yes. Scared, but awake." He sighed. "And rightly so. Things are changing too fast."

"Changing is an understatement," she murmured.

They walked in silence for a few meters, their footsteps echoing. Kael broke the stillness with the question that had been on his mind since early morning:

"So? Did you manage to arrange a meeting with the Elven Queen?"

Exelia let out a heavy sigh, the kind of sigh that precedes bad news.

"Technically... yes." She paused. "But perhaps it would be more accurate to say that we managed to get an invitation into the middle of a civil war."

Kael stopped walking, turning to her with furrowed brows.

"What?"

"The palace is a field of tension right now. Factions within the court have begun to rebel. Some elves are accusing the queen of weakening the bonds with the ancestral spirits by allowing outside interference even more while the Princess is under attack."

Kael clenched his jaw. "Does this have to do with Yggdrasil?"

"Probably." Exelia nodded. "There are 'rumors' that the World Tree is restless, and the elders among them believe that the queen has lost her spiritual favor. They see Sylphie's rise as a sign…"

"Of course they do," he grumbled. "And what is the situation now?"

"The queen's hall is sealed off. Surrounded by a loyal guard, but the surrounding city is on alert. Several districts have already fallen into revolt, and there are suspicions that one of the council's children is plotting a coup."

Kael ran a hand through his hair uneasily.

"So even with the 'invitation,' we could be walking straight into a trap."

"It could be." Exelia agreed. "But if we don't go, she might not last long enough to help us."

The silence between them was thick for a moment.

"When do we leave?" Kael asked finally.

Exelia looked at him with a faint, determined smile.

"Tomorrow at dawn. Take what you need... and say goodbye to whoever needs to be said goodbye to."

...

The Kingdom of the Elves, once a symbol of balance and harmony with the primordial forces of nature, was now enveloped in tension. The winds that blew through the towers of Thalassia, the elven capital, no longer carried only the scent of ancient flowers and silver leaves — but the smell of ozone, burnt wood and stray magic.

The white walls of the central palace, which reflected the moonlight like liquid crystal, were partially covered in protective runes. Elven guards — usually serene, almost ethereal figures — patrolled the corridors with naked swords and ready bows, their golden eyes more attentive than ever.

In the throne room, surrounded by living columns of ancient oaks, Queen Lysendra remained seated. But not with the imposing and haughty posture of before. Now her shoulders were tense, her gaze hard. Her long silver hair was tied back in a war braid—a silent gesture that the days of diplomacy were past.

Around her, a circle of advisors debated in hushed voices, while a map of the kingdom was magically projected onto the living marble floor. Entire swaths of the land flashed red.

"The northern district has fallen," one of the sentries reported, kneeling before her. "The pureblood clans have joined Elorien's movement, and the high priest of Winterwood has declared neutrality."

"And the Darkthorns?" the queen's voice was low, but sharp as thin ice.

"Still faithful, Your Majesty. But they are besieged in the Tower of Rings."

Lysendra closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, a spark of pain and fury burned in her emerald pupils.

"Elorien… my own brother…" she murmured. "He seeks to sacrifice the Tree to restore the blood pacts. He does not understand. The Tree has chosen a successor. It was not we who weakened the bond. He was transformed… by something greater."

To the queen's right, a hooded figure leaned forward. His voice was like dry leaves whispering in the wind:

"If the girl truly is the next dryad chosen by Yggdrasil, then this conflict is not just political. It is spiritual. It is the harbinger of an era. The old guard will not accept this easily."

Lysendra stood. The light from the throne's living dome fell upon her as if the very stars in the firmament responded to her presence.

"Then we must protect her. And bring Kael here. With him… perhaps we have a chance."

At that moment, one of the court spies appeared at the entrance to the hall, panting.

"Your Majesty!" he knelt. "Our scouts have intercepted a hostile group on the western borders. They are necromancers. Probably… sent from the dead realms. They are searching for the bloodline of the Earth Goddess. For the girl."

The hall fell silent.

The war was not just between elves. The echo of Yggdrasil's choice was resounding throughout the realms. And every force, living and dead, was moving.

…

"These idiotic mortals… I have nothing to do with this idiocy…" Ygg muttered as he watched where his vines reached…

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