HP: Embrace the Darkness

The rainstorm is coming.

The lightning that cut through the night sky illuminated the thick dark clouds, and the rain poured down like a waterfall, hitting the ground with a crackling sound, creating a dull and rapid symphony.

The sudden heavy rain was so heavy that people on the street hurriedly looked for shelter from the rain.

They raised their arms, trying to find some shelter in the pouring rain.

No one noticed that in the hurried crowd, a man appeared out of thin air, walked into the rainstorm against the flow of people, and then disappeared in the cover of the crowd.

After a few minutes of rain, more and more water accumulated on the ground, quickly gathering together to form streams of water flowing toward low-lying areas.

Not even the lowest dungeons are spared.

In the dungeon, a drop of water seeped out from the cracks in the wall and fell to the ground, breaking the silence.

Haierbo suddenly came to his senses and felt an ominous premonition in his heart, but he was not surprised.

You don't have to think twice to know it's Asseth.

Asseth looked like he was going to die for this man, and without any backup plan, he killed Salazar and Godric.

Judging from the time, everyone is probably arriving soon.

This is trouble.

Haierbo was pacing with a headache and tapping the floor rhythmically with his snake staff.

As he passed by Snape, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of white light covered by red and blue light.

He lowered his head in astonishment and stared blankly at Snape's hand, but this time he was not looking at the soul, but at the ring on his finger.

At some point, a jade-white ring appeared on Snape's hand. Silver threads were swimming inside, the color becoming more and more obvious, and the speed getting faster and faster.

As if a certain condition has been reached, the ring emits milky white light and turns into a light and floating thread. At the other end of the thread is...

Haierbo looked along the line.

It is the soul body.

A ring also appeared on the soul body's hand, shining with a similar light.

This ring actually binds the soul.

Haierbo's expression was gloomy, but his eyes were extremely complicated and difficult to understand.

He lived a long time and studied many things, one of which was alchemy.

Currently, the alchemy products in the world can be roughly divided into two types according to their privacy classification: one has restrictions, and the other has no restrictions.

Of course, most alchemical products have no restrictions and can be used as long as you have them.

A small number of alchemical products refined by highly skilled alchemist masters need to be bound with magic power or blood as a medium, and can only be used by themselves.

However, in the hands of those who know alchemy, these alchemical products that need to be bound can erase the binding information of the previous owner, thereby accepting a new owner.

This is why there are always people stealing and robbing alchemy products owned by their owners in recent years.

Because you can use a specialized alchemist to erase the traces and then sell it back, so you can make a lot of profits over and over again.

Alchemical products that use magic power and blood as the medium are rare enough, but alchemical products that use souls as the medium are even rarer, almost non-existent.

The main reason for this is that the material produced is too gruesome.

The material of making is the soul.

Only alchemical products made from souls can bind the soul and make a contract that will never be unbound.

The second reason is the origin of the soul.

Souls that have been forcibly plundered cannot meet the production conditions. Only souls voluntarily donated by the soul owner can be made into alchemical products and can be bound by anyone.

The two conditions are added together.

The forcibly plundered soul cannot be bound, which is equivalent to making an unusable work.

The souls that are actively divided will cause far more losses than getting an alchemical product. The harm outweighs the benefits and it is not worth it.

Over time, no one was willing to make such alchemical products, and the production methods gradually disappeared.

This is the second time Haierbo has seen an alchemical product that binds the soul, and it may also be the last time.

Don't blame him for being surprised.

Halbo narrowed his eyes and looked at Snape for the first time.

The body that had lost its soul was pale, and the years had left some traces of wind and frost - the shallow marks carved between the brows were particularly obvious when the eyes were closed.

But the years seem to have left another thing on him to support his back in suffering.

Haierbo still didn't understand, but this time, he chose to respect it.

The milky white threads extended along the arms of the soul body, and soon spread all over the soul body, and then intertwined into a net to separate the smoke, slowly but surely taking the soul body out of the control of the smoke.

At the same time, the silver thread wandering in the ring lost its protection and was pulled out by the smoke surrounding Snape, transforming into a hazy light group. The silver light flickered on and off like a breath.

Haierbo observed the situation and decisively raised the snake staff to release magic power to try to interfere with the smoke.

He did it very carefully.

The soul is fragile, and the smoke is still entangled with Snape's soul and light group. It affects the whole body at a moment's notice. If you are not careful, it will cause irreversible damage to the soul.

Can't tolerate him being careless.

Time passed by minute by second, and it was very difficult to keep the soul body and the light group from being harmed at the same time. After only a few moments, cold sweat broke out on Haierbo's forehead, and he had to adjust his magic output and choose one of the two for rescue.

In the tangle, he chose to give up the light group and devoted himself to helping the milky white thread rescue Snape.

The single rescue went smoothly, with only one leg left for Snape's soul to completely escape the control of the smoke and return to his body.

"We have to drive him out as soon as possible. If we do it again, we might as well die."

Haierbo cursed to himself, while increasing the output of magic power, intending to solve this problem at once.

Just then, an accident happened.

The soul body, which was about to escape from the smoke, struggled violently, broke away from the net that was wrapped around it to protect him, and actively floated towards the smoke.

Haierbo suddenly had one head and two heads, and he hurriedly tried to increase the magic power to block it, but with little effect.

"What's wrong!? You don't struggle when you are pulled out of your body. You struggle when you are rescued. If you want to die, just say it. If you leave a suicide note, I will never save you. If you don't, don't harm me here."

He kept yelling and cursing, and the movements of his hands were also constant. The hand that was not holding the wand made a dexterous gesture, pointing at the magic circle with his fingertips.

Then, he chanted an obscure incantation.

The magic array flickered faster amidst the sound of the spell. As if receiving instructions, most of the smoke drifted towards the light group, which was much dimmer than when it first appeared.

The soul body struggled even harder.

Haierbo was still concentrating on manipulating the magic circle and had no time to care about the condition of his soul body.

Without warning, the soul body broke through the magic limit and flew into the smoke.

The milky white thread lost its protective purpose, suddenly broke, and returned to the ring in the form of flowing light, firmly guarding the base camp and rescuing the light group.

Haierbo was stunned. He had seen someone seeking death, but never someone so eager to seek death. If he had told him earlier, he would not have spent so much effort to save him.

His rare kindness was wasted.

For the first time, Haierbo, who was known for his evil nature, felt depressed because of his kindness.