Chapter 5612

Yet difficult was not the same as impossible. Jared steeled himself. He would restore his friend even if it meant tracking down Arthur. He was rumored to be able to resurrect the dead as easily as others brewed tea. If he could pull souls from ash, surely he could weave flesh around a living fragment.

Inside the hollow mountain, the Vermilion Demon Lord drifted from wall to wall, brushing stony ridges as if they were the faces of old comrades.

Suddenly, he stopped. In the far corner, two faint, overlapping hearts-scorched into the rock ages ago-still shimmered. He went completely still, the cave’s silence wrapping around him like winter snow.

“I never imagined… her hearts would still be here,” he breathed, the words so soft they barely stirred the dust.

Watching that frozen reverence, Jared realized there was more to the demon lord than swagger and battle scars. And the mysterious “her” was unmistakably a woman.

“Who was she?” Jared asked, his voice gentle, unwilling to trample on reverence.

The Vermilion Demon Lord turned. Nostalgia, devotion, and a knife-thin ribbon of pain tangled in his gaze.