The black sludge continued to hiss as it touched the glowing roots of Han's crops. To any other farmer, this would be a disaster, a reason to cry and give up. But for Han, each plant was like a child he had raised from the dust. Every drop of sweat he had shed in the fields of Jal-Pura was now vibrating with a fierce, protective energy.
"System," Han grunted, his teeth clenched in pain as he felt the land's agony through his own veins. "Initiate the 'Life-Link' protocol. If the land bleeds, I bleed with it."
[Warning! Life-Link will share the physical damage of the soil with the Host. Do you wish to proceed?]
"Do it!" Han roared.
Suddenly, a golden aura erupted from Han's chest, connecting him to every single leaf and root in the field. The dark purple poison from The Specialist hit the golden shield and began to boil. Han felt a searing heat across his skin, like a thousand needles pricking him at once, but he didn't move.
Under the banyan tree, The Specialist's yellow eyes widened. "Impossible! No mortal can withstand the Soul-Eater Poison. Who is this man?"
Beside him, the shadow-wolf growled, its form flickering like a dying flame. The creature sensed a power it hadn't encountered in centuries—the pure, unyielding love of a true Harvester.
Han's mother watched from the porch, her hands trembling as she held an old copper lamp. She couldn't see the magic, but she could see her son standing tall against the darkness, his silhouette glowing against the midnight sky. "Stay strong, my son," she whispered, her prayer joining the wind.
Inside Han's mind, the System's voice changed. It was no longer cold and mechanical; it sounded ancient and respectful.
[Heart-Sync reached 100%. The Star-field recognizes its master. Awakening Skill: 'The Eternal Embrace'.]
The shriveled leaves of the jute plants suddenly turned from black back to a vibrant, crystalline green. The golden light didn't just push the poison back—it purified it. The sludge turned into sparkling dew.
Han looked up, his eyes now shimmering with a soft, celestial light. He looked at The Specialist and the beast. He didn't look angry; he looked disappointed.
"You bring poison to a place meant for life," Han's voice echoed throughout the valley, reaching the ears of the trembling Bimal Singh in his mansion. "In Jal-Pura, we don't just grow crops. We grow hope. And hope... is something your shadows can never touch."
With a wave of his hand, a pulse of pure life-force swept across the field. The shadow-wolf let out a pained howl and dissolved into the mist. The Specialist took a step back, his black stone shattering into a thousand pieces.
As the sun began to peek over the horizon, the darkness retreated. Han fell to his knees, exhausted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. But as he looked at his flourishing field, a small smile touched his lips. The land was safe. For now.
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