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With a puff, Aidan let out a stream of white smoke from his mouth.

It had been incredible when Nyx and he tried merging their magical souls without holding back.

That powerful energy healed his wounds and gave him so much strength he felt invincible.

His heart was finally free from restraints, and he had dropped all his walls in front of his Selenia.

"I’ll carry everything, don’t get your hands dirty with that scum," Aidan told her when he saw her picking up one of the arms of that bastard Edmund.

Surrounded by a block of ice, the torso, head, and the rest of the limbs were cruelly ripped apart and in pieces.

"Aidan, I told you not to mess up his face so much…" Nyx muttered with regret, staring through the ice where Edmund’s eyes were frozen in place, still looking at her.

"Uncle Zarek’s magic sucks when it comes to reconstructing faces," she added like she was talking about a lifeless doll.

"Nyx, I… I want to use that same forbidden technique on another body," Aidan said ser