Magnus is summoning summer, thoughtlessly, bright and hot enough that any lingering snow in a thirty-foot radius is obliterated, melting away. He pushes it into Shen Yuan's body, forcing him to brim with it. His own eyes are closed. He can't see the bright flash burning through the camp, except for the bright red against his eyelids.

His will is strong. A bullet, collapsed from the impact of hitting Shen Yuan's body, gets pushed back out again. Blood pools over both Luo Binghe's and Magnus's hands. Some flesh knits together.

Shen Yuan's heart doesn't start beating.