The alpha general's little healer novel - Chapter 357

Chapter 357 A Promise Under the Moon And it was not only Serena, Anya, and Quinn. Jelena Mendes from the Fifth Legion was there. So was Lily Snow from the Fourth Legion. "One day..." Quinn Zeller removed his glasses. His eyes were red, as if sand had gotten into them. Even his usual handsome sharpness had dimmed. "At most, one day." Atlas exhaled heavily. Finished Before they learned Harper had developed such a violent rejection response, Atlas and the Second and Third Legion people had not said it aloud, but a small hope had remained in their hearts.

Laurie Rick had once been in a similar state. Maybe the eco-mammoth had been less badly injured than Harper's Dragonlord, but the symptoms had resembled this. If that little monster of talent could save the mammoth, perhaps he could save Dragonlord too. Taking ten thousand steps back... had that little monster not helped Orion stabilize his psychic sea? Orion's psychic sea core remained shattered even now. Yet General Silver was alive and bouncing, even meowing at that little monster every day. Unfortunately... the rejection inside Harper's psychic sea was too violent. Jelena. ¿Serena. Anya.

Lily The healing-type psychic power of all four top healers only needed to approach Harper's shattered psychic sea, and turbulence would erupt at once. The energy leaked faster and faster, cutting off Harper's path to life If even they were rejected, that little monster probably would be too. 115 Chapter 357 A Promise Under the Moon After all, he was not Harper's partner. Just as Atlas and the others were thinking that, Orion finally arrived on the Siren with Julian. Orion held Julian's hand and walked ahead quickly. Julian knew Orion was grieving He knew Harper's situation was urgent.

But the short little Omega's legs were truly too short. Finished As if noticing his struggle, Orion finally crouched down apologetically and motioned for Julian to climb onto his back. Then he carried the Omega forward. Fast. Every step impossibly heavy. Thirty-five years ago, his mother, Queen Lyra Ashford, had sacrificed herself. Orion had only been three. At that age, he had not understood sacrifice. His mother had spent most of her time on the border, away from him far more often than she was with him. He had not known her deeply enough to understand that loss like an adult.

He only knew Uncle Evan Ashford often carried him on his back late at night and cried secretly in the courtyard. He only knew that every year, on his birthday, he received a special little gift from Aunt Harper and the Sixth Legion. Sometimes it was a strange green crystal that glittered, taken from an insectoid corpse. Sometimes it was the newest mecha weapon, useless to activate but perfect for a child to collect. Sometimes it was a starship model, a starport model, a hovercar... Every year. Never late.