Novel Full Chapter 447: Healing Sanctuary
Chapter 447: Healing Sanctuary
Throughout the night, Godfrey pondered until he slept off. His eyes snapped open the next morning when the sound of someone opening the gym echoed through the empty hall.
Sunlight poured through as the door was opened wide. Godfrey almost frowned until his eyes adjusted, allowing him to see the individual pushing the door.
Godfrey blinked. Was he dreaming?
Isaac folded his arms and chuckled. "I came back from the dead." He nodded smugly, then approached Godfrey with wide strides.
"Isaac?"
"Shocked?" Isaac beamed, then stretched his hand toward him.
"I think it’s time you stand up, Master Godfrey. Everyone said you’ve not been yourself for the past two days. You’re stronger than this."
Godfrey grabbed his hand. "I thought I was." He rose to his feet and held Isaac’s shoulders.
"How is this possible?"
"I think you should ask your mother."
The moment Isaac said that, Godfrey’s expression changed. He flashed out of the gym but froze in his tracks. His parents’ house was a good distance away, but he could tell that the hill within his view was clearly where his parents’ house once was.
He tried activating teleportation, but it didn’t work, meaning the location did not exist. "What happened?"
Godfrey turned to Isaac.
"I think you should see it for yourself."
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When Godfrey got there, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Almost half the homes in this residential district were completely gone. In their place were carpet grass, colourful shrubs, and trees. From the hill he saw came a waterfall, splashing into a thin brook, then running through stone-guided paths.
Paradise policemen were already around the area and had set up a blockade because of the staggering number of people. Some had bottles and nylons with glowing blue water and were struggling to make their way out while protecting their water from others.
It was chaos out here.
At the top of the hill sat a white stag with soothing deep-blue eyes and some blue glowing spots on its branching horns. White didn’t just look divine, it felt like a divine entity.
Its size was much bigger; its horns could dwarf a bungalow.
Godfrey was confused. It felt like he slept and woke up in a new world. White had formed a small ecosystem where healing was as easy as breathing air.
With a thought, Godfrey teleported and appeared on the hilltop. He felt a little drained after doing that. The mana he had left wasn’t much, and the hill was a good distance away from where he stood, which was behind the thick crowd.
The moment he appeared at the hilltop, he saw his parents.
Brown, his father’s bear, moved around the vast hilltop, growling, while White brought his head close to Godfrey.
He caressed the stag’s head, then approached his parents, who stood there as if waiting for him all this while.
"I told you there wasn’t a need for a meeting. He’ll come running as fast as his legs could take him when he sees the results." Ronald chuckled softly.
"How did—?"
"How did all of this happen? And how is your friend alive?" Valentina pursed her lips. "I gave away ten years of White’s life."
Godfrey frowned. "What?" Nothing made sense. Valentina should have no idea about his discussion with the Mana Tree, and wasn’t it supposed to be his mother’s life?
Wait...
A life for a life. White was part of Valentina, and White was the actual healer, not his mother. The Mana Tree knew what it was doing.... It was White all along, but he didn’t think that way because, unlike most summoners, he had a lot of skills and could fight like a demigod, so he unknowingly thought of himself as less of a summoner.
"It seems you didn’t think too deeply when I told you I am the successor of the Golden Fate Weaver. I see the fates of what I consider treasures, meaning I see your golden fate, the same for your mother." Ronald said.
Godfrey stared at him. "Then you knew...."
"That Isaac would die, yes. That you would be faced with an option to exchange a portion of your mother’s life to bring your friend back to life? Yes. That’s why I have the word ’fate’ in my title."
Ronald’s reveal made Godfrey turn to his mother. "Then you know... you know about the Mana Tree."
Ronald smiled softly. "Even before I returned." Seeing Godfrey stare at Valentina, Ronald shook his head.
"There’s no need. She won’t recall a word. The Mana Tree puts a limit so she never knows what she truly is." Ronald waved his hand before her eyes, but it didn’t move.
She just stood there as if frozen in time.
"Why didn’t you tell me?" Godfrey asked.
"Because you wouldn’t tell me. Although I have close ties with fate, my fate leans more towards weaving positive ends. Good endings. Weaving fate means changing it. I just weaved two separate things to make one. If White gives up ten years, it brings Isaac back to life, and it also exceeds forty, and once it crosses that age, it’s able to form a home."
Ronald stretched out his hand. "This place. With a continuous stream of water bearing one of the best healing capabilities in the world. Although it can only heal physical wounds and is becoming better after detoxification, it can handle over eighty percent of injured persons around the globe."
Ronald approached Godfrey. "This is the Ruination. A single bottle can change the fate of a family. I spoke to your mother, and you know how she is. Her only pain is White, but White was also willing to make the sacrifice. This is all they are good at, saving lives."
Ronald held Godfrey’s shoulder.
"We’re not completely useless in the grand scheme of things, neither are we going to let our son bear all the weight. I might be a man living without fate, and a part of your mother might be the cause of everything, but we still love you, and we’ll still make sacrifices for our son."
White nudged Godfrey from behind, and Godfrey heard his mother’s gentle laughter.
"You do know that White is your guardian too." She came close and embraced her son.
"Ten years is nothing. Even people we displaced from their homes are scrambling to earn our favour." She chuckled.
"I don’t think we’ll be able to live in silence after what White just did."
"It made Paradise a true paradise," Ronald said, then tilted his head.