He knew this state couldn’t last long; the "Tear of the Heart" could sustain him for at most three days, and its effect would gradually weaken over time.
He struggled to retrieve several bottles of magic potions from the storage bag and poured them into his mouth one by one.
"Life Spring Water," "Spiritual Stabilizer," "Flesh Regeneration Liquid"...
These precious potions, which he usually treasured, were all put to use at this moment.
The potions started to take effect in his body, the wounds began to heal slowly, the lost blood was partially replenished, and his spirit became more stable.
"Must... warn Hayek..."
Even in such a critical moment, Soron did not forget the binding of the contract.
He trembled as he constructed his own personal identity rune.
A faint magic power was released from his fingertips, forming an invisible communication line pointing directly in Hayek’s direction.
"Bloodline Altar... Awakened destroying the seal... Supreme Apostle... leakage..."
The fragmented messages were being transmitted through the magical line.
Soron only hoped that these snippets of information would be enough for Hayek to understand the seriousness of the situation.
After sending the warning, Soron had exhausted the little recovery of energy he had.
He fell again to the ground, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"From apprentice to wizard... how much have I gone through... how much have I given..."
Soron let out a bitter laugh: "In the end, still a pawn in others’ hands."
He recalled those days ensnared by the contract.
Before, he had also wanted to resist countless times, but each attempt brought heart-wrenching pain from the contract brand on his soul.
That forced obedience was more painful than death.
The saddest part was, he still had to thank the "gift" of the Crystal Tower.
At least he had lived until today, becoming a respected Morning Star Mage.
Rather than dying quietly in some task or failed experiment like most of his peers, without even his name being remembered.
This is the harsh reality of the Wizard World — the strong make the rules, and the weak can only obey.
Even someone as powerful as Soron, a Morning Star Mage, is still just a pawn that can be sacrificed at any moment in front of true great powers.
"But now... I must make one last effort..."
Soron endured the intense pain and began crawling toward the nearest crystal pillar.
The Bloodline Altar was already on the verge of collapse; if action wasn’t taken soon, the leakage of Abyssal energy would cause the entire school to completely fall apart.
By that time, even if he managed to survive, the punishment from the contract would come as expected.
Every step he moved, the wound on his chest would tear a bit more, and blood kept gushing out.
"Just a few more steps..."
After a long and painful crawl, he finally reached the base of the crystal pillar.
This crystal pillar was one of the key nodes of the sealing array; if he could reinforce it, at least the leakage rate of the Abyssal energy could be slowed down.
Soron trembled as he placed both hands on the base of the crystal pillar and began infusing his remaining magic power.
"With my blood, with my soul, delay your collapse..."
Runes flowed from his fingertips, entwining on the surface of the crystal pillar, forming a temporary reinforcement web.
With the infusion of magic power, the shaking of the crystal pillar gradually reduced, and its glow became slightly brighter.
The leakage rate of the Abyssal energy obviously slowed, the distortion of the space began to stabilize.
"The Black Mist School... probably won’t endure long in this disaster..."
Once Abyssal energy connects with the Main World, it will trigger a series of irreversible changes.
Space rules would be distorted, reality structures eroded, and ecosystems polluted... these are the severe challenges facing the school.
"The Bloodline Altar... is completely ruined..."
This facility, once one of the most important assets of the school, has now become a breeding ground for Abyssal power.
Even if the seal can be reestablished later, the bloodline energy inside has already been tainted by Abyssal contamination, no longer suitable for any form of bloodline enhancement ceremony.
"A lifetime bound by contracts... even before death remains the same..." Soron coughed up a mouthful of blood and smiled bitterly:
"Damn soul contract... the true shackle of the Wizard World..."
This is why Hayek and Yuni gave Ron a veiled warning.
As high-ranking members of the school, they naturally cannot directly defy the contract to warn explicitly, but at least they tried to give some hints to that promising young man.
"Ron... I hope you can... go further..."
Soron muttered, a trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes: "Don’t repeat my mistakes... don’t become someone else’s pawn..."
His thoughts drifted again to that newly advanced young wizard.
If it weren’t for Ron’s pure grace, he might have already lost consciousness completely under the Abyssal contamination and become a walking corpse.
"Thank you... young one..."
With that gratitude, Soron closed his eyes and focused on healing his internal injuries.
The "Tear of the Heart" could only sustain for a limited time, and he must recover to a state where he could move autonomously as soon as possible.
He didn’t know what the next target of the Holy Disc was, but one thing was certain — that mad Abyssal Apostle would not stop there.
"I hope Hayek, Yuni, and Allen... can react in time..."
Soron’s consciousness became blurry again, but this time it wasn’t because death was near; instead, he actively entered a special automatic healing meditation state.
In this state, his bodily functions dropped to the lowest, focusing all energy on healing his injuries.
And around him, the Abyssal energy of the Bloodline Altar continues to spread slowly but inexorably outward, only the speed reduced slightly due to his intervention...