Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2335 Dredre's Dream

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Trophy Section

Arriving at the floating island, Dredre flew out of Wyatt's hair, her tiny wings fluttering excitedly as she looked around the trophy section. Her wide eyes sparkled with curiosity as she exclaimed, "I've always wanted to visit this part of the Seed World!"

However, her excitement quickly faded as her gaze landed on two unfamiliar figures- Louis and Redfall. With a sharp gasp, Dredre darted back into Wyatt's hair, peeking out timidly. "Ah! There are people here I've never met," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Seeing her sudden retreat into shyness, Wyatt shook his head and sighed. "You know you're stronger than both of them combined, right?" he said, trying to reassure her, "Am I?" Dredre asked, her voice filled with surprise. Yet, Wyatt noticed her realm fluctuating, dipping precariously between Card Emperor and Card Demigod. If he weren't present to stabilize her, her realm might have fallen even further, possibly to the mortal level or even on the verge of scaring herself to death.

"Yes," Wyatt said firmly, his tone carrying both authority and encouragement. "If you want them to die, they will die. And if you want them to live, they will live because you let them." He hoped his words would bolster her confidence and help her retain her peak realm.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Really?" Dredre asked, doubt clouding her voice. She stared at him with wide, questioning eyes, unsure whether to believe him. If anyone else had said this, she would have dismissed it as a joke.

"Yes, trust me," Wyatt replied with a confident nod. Gesturing to the red-haired man, Redfall, he continued, "See that guy over there? Point at him and say 'die' aloud, and he will die. Go ahead, try it."

Dredre's tiny hands gripped Wyatt's hair nervously as she shook her head. "But I don't want him to die," she said, her tone tinged with confusion and distress. The thought of harming someone, even hypothetically, clearly unsettled her.

"Don't worry," Wyatt said calmly, his voice soothing yet persuasive. "You can bring him back to life just by saying 'revive' aloud. But you have to kill him first to test it out."

Dredre's expression grew more resolute as she shook her head again. "No, I don't want to inconvenience him," she stated firmly. As a Pixie, she had a profound respect for the balance of life and death. Not to mention, she couldn't fathom disturbing someone

who was diligently practicing in peace.

"Well, what if he wants you to?" Wyatt said, raising a hand to signal Redfall. The red-haired man stood up from his lotus position and gave Dredre a calm, encouraging nod.

Dredre looked up at Wyatt, her brows furrowing as she looked down and searched his face for answers. "Wyatt, why do you want me to do this?" she asked, her tone both curious and concerned.

Wyatt's expression remained stoic, betraying none of the inner turmoil he felt. "I want you to become aware of your true power. Nothing in the Myriad Realms can hurt you unless you allow it. You trust me, right? Just give it a try."

Dredre hesitated, her tiny wings twitching uncertainly. She didn't understand why Wyatt was pushing her to take such a drastic step, but his unwavering tone gave her pause.

What Wyatt didn't let show was how much it pained him to guide her down this path. Dredre was the purest being in his life, a rare soul untainted by the harsh realities of the Myriad Realms. Yet, he knew it was necessary. To help her achieve her dream of adventuring fearlessly across the realms like her ancestors-the primordial Pixies-she had to confront and understand her strength. What kind of friend would he be if he didn't help her achieve that dream?

"No. Let's find someone who's already dead. I'll try reviving them," Dredre said firmly, her small hands crossing over her chest. Her determined tone left no room for argument. While she trusted Wyatt's words completely, she couldn't bring herself to kill someone just to test her ability to revive them.

"That's too much work. Just kill him and revive him," Wyatt replied lazily, leaning back with a casual shrug.

He hadn't truly had no idea whether Pixies like Dredre could kill and revive beings with a single word, but he intended to find out. His plan was to use his primordial calamity daughter gem's abilities to trick her into believing she could, then see if she could replicate it on her own without him interfering. Testing her power on one of his daughter gems was crucial. If they went out to find a dead being, it wouldn't take more than a moment for Dredre to realize he had been lying to her.

"No," Dredre asserted, her wings twitched in irritation as she narrowed her eyes standing her ground. Not allowing Wyatt to pressure her into killing someone at such a silly reason.

"Fine," Wyatt relented, his voice laced with irritation. "I'll kill him, but you have to revive him. Otherwise, you'll have made me a murderer." He proposed a compromise and without waiting for her reply, he raised his hand and fired a beam of concentrated soul energy. The beam pierced through Redfall's chest with a searing hiss, leaving a gaping hole in its wake. Redfall collapsed to the ground with a dull thud, his eyes glazing over as the light faded from them. His body grew still, the warmth slowly seeping away, and blood pooling on the ground with every passing second. Dredre gasped, her wings freezing mid-flutter. "Wyatt, what did you just do?" she exclaimed, yanking hard on his hair in panic. Her tiny voice quivered, and her face was a picture of horror as she hovered inches away from despair.

"Nothing-if you revive him," Wyatt said coolly, his face impassive. He watched her intently, waiting for her to point at Redfall's lifeless form and utter the word "Revive" so he could silently signal Redfall to stand back up.

In reality, Redfall's consciousness had retreated into his daughter gem the moment Wyatt's beam hit. Using his Myriad Devil Transformation ability, he shifted his core into a lifeless mass flesh in his body which was now truly dead, effectively hiding from Dredre's sensitive Pixie senses.

Dredre took a shaky breath, clutching her hands tightly as she floated higher. "Yes. If I revive him, everything will be alright," she muttered to herself, as if trying to convince herself of her words. She raised her tiny hand and pointed at Redfall's corpse, I her voice resolute as she chanted aloud, "Revive."