Chapter 1215 - 551: Nenasha’s "Reward

Chapter 1215: Chapter 551: Nenasha’s "Reward

People who were once thought to be unreachable.

People who were thought to be strong enough.

People who were thought to still need searching.

An unexpected reunion broke all reason.

"Mom..."

Teresa could no longer hear the sounds around her or see anything else.

In her world, there was only that illusory and warm figure in the pool, and the man beside it who was overwhelmingly excited.

Memories surged like tides—those solitary days and nights, those fears curled up in the darkness, those lonely moments seeking solace only in dreams, all melted away in that gentle gaze.

Tears broke forth instantly, blurring her vision.

This time, she did not hold back her tears as she did in dreams, allowing the scalding droplets to roll down generously.

"Mom... Mommy!"

She sobbed, almost instinctively rushing over, serpent tail gliding swiftly on the ground, arriving at the edge of the Heroic Spirit Pool in no time.

Teresa dared not get too close, fearing the phantom would shatter like a dream, only reaching out her slightly trembling hand, wanting to touch the figure emanating gentle light, yet stopping at the moment just before contact.

"It’s okay, child, don’t be afraid, Mommy is here."

Ultimately, under her mother’s encouragement, her trembling fingertips passed through the glowing soul body, feeling not a cold void, but a warm, reassuring energy pulse.

Just like... just like the residual warmth of a mother’s embrace in dreams.

"This... this really isn’t a dream?"

Teresa’s voice was thick with sobs, looking up at her mother’s smiling face.

"It’s not a dream, my child."

The soul figure of the woman gently smiled, raising her hand, unable to touch but still sweeping virtually across her daughter’s cheek, as if wiping away her tears.

Then she made a hugging gesture, enveloping her daughter in her "embrace."

"It was Lord Herbert, He gave us this miracle."

A real miracle.

The woman looked gratefully at Herbert in the distance, her eyes full of indescribable gratitude, wanting to express her thanks again.

As a soul that had passed away, she understood more than anyone the insurmountable boundary between life and death.

To return to the world and see her daughter again was truly a miracle only a Divine could accomplish.

She wanted to speak, but saw Herbert smiling and gently shaking his head at her.

"Jenelle."

She heard Herbert’s gentle voice in her heart: "Rather than thanking me, cherish this rare reunion now."

Herbert’s gaze had no hint of a benefactor’s pride, only a sincere blessing for this reunion.

He stood quietly afar, as if just a traveler passing by rather than a bestower of miracles.

Jenelle was Teresa’s mother’s name.

Originally, after being completely devoured by Sinful Desire, she was stripped of everything, even her name vanished, but upon rebirth in the Heroic Spirit Pool, she finally remembered her name.

Jenelle lowered her head in gratitude, not resisting this goodwill, sincerely thanking him in her heart.

"...Thank you, great Lord Herbert."

Her gratitude was not just for herself, but also for the husband standing helplessly by the pool, for the daughter trembling in her embrace.

As a mother and a wife, she understood more than anyone the significance of this reunion for her family.

This kindness, she would forever remember in the depths of her soul.

And nearby, father Steven had long stood up, frantically wiping away tears and dirt on his face, watching the mother and daughter embrace, his throat producing suppressed sobs.

This usually strong man had completely lost his composure, shoulders trembling slightly, fists tightly clenched, nails digging deep into his palms.

For years, he had played the strong role before his daughter, even though his heart was long riddled with wounds, never easily exposing sadness.

But now, all defenses collapsed the moment his wife reappeared.

He wanted to go forward, yet felt helpless, only able to stand where he was, forcefully pressing his lips together, biting until they bled.

The family of three, amidst tears and choked voices, savored the massive joy of being reunited.

All words seemed pale at this moment, only the flowing tears and uncontrollable emotional expressions spoke of deep mutual longing.

"..."

By the altar, Herbert did not approach to disturb, quietly watching this touching scene, a trace of barely perceptible gentleness flashing in his pale gray eyes.

His gaze was deep and distant, as if seeing through this scene to a more distant past or a farther future.

As a soul familiar with solitude, he understood better than anyone the preciousness of this reunion.

In the depths of those eyes always calm and unremarkable, seemed to ripple with a slight tremor.

He did not speak to disturb, only silently retreated, leaving the entire space to this finally reunited family.

He withdrew to the edge of the Heroic Spirit Pool area, leaning against a stone pillar, eyes cast toward the distant tranquil forest, as if enjoying the scenery, yet seeming to be pondering something.

Just then, a teasing voice resounded in the depths of his soul.

["Tsk tsk, look at this touching scene, our great Lord Herbert, aren’t you a bit envious too?"]​

["You probably haven’t experienced such a scene, have you?"]