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Inside Helial's soul, two projections looked at the universe contained within a meadow. While the starry sky reflected in Iblis's eyes, Helial was looking at the child with great curiosity.
”There is something you want to ask me,” Iblis stated without a hint of emotion.
Helial realized at that point that he had gazed a little too long and made all too obvious what he felt towards the Devil. The damage was done now, all that remained was admit it.
”Why always this place?” Helial asked, looking around. ”You can generate any kind of place within my Soul. But every time I come here, there is a table set for two, a starry sky and you two cooking ... ”
Iblis looked at Helial out of the corner of his eye and went back to ignoring him, clearly he had no intention of answering his question.
Helial sighed. Not that he expected the Devil to answer, but he had hoped for it.
”They will come looking for you to answer for that child's death,” Iblis commented without any worry in his voice.
Helial sat on the ground and then lay down on the turf, looking at the depths of the night. After a few moments, his eyebrows trembled slightly and the boy suddenly sat with his legs crossed, activating his Breathing Technique.
Skill Activated:
Death of the Desolate Universe
Feeling a strange energy inside his body, but not being able to locate it, Helial kept the Mana flowing inside his Meridians.
The energy came from the body in the external world, since he could not absorb Mana within its own Soul.
Sitting in that position, Helial felt his own Meridians transforming slowly, purifying themselves and becoming more powerful with each Mana Circulation. It seemed that the battle had brought much more than a little damage inside his body. The experience gained was allowing him to strengthen his foundations and his knowledge of Mana.
He needed to fight as much as possible. Having started to train relatively late compared to the descendants of great Clans and Sects, he needed to accumulate as much experience as possible to fill the level gap between him and his opponents.
Medusa was above level 180, within the Initial Stage of the Third Phase. Soon the girl would ask for revenge, and they would have to be ready. Besides, Helial had killed her sister. When the time came, Helial thought, the best thing to do would be to kill Medusa; in fact, the girl now harbored an incurable grudge against Helial. The longer she remained alive, the harder it would be to sleep soundly. Therefore, Helial was ready to get rid of her.
The Mana of Destruction within its Meridians began to feed the death Aura that touched every part of Helial's body, while the latter tried to merge it with the Mana of Life.
He turned his palms upward: in one appeared a grayish and milky sphere, in the other one one with faint blackish shades, like dirty water. Keeping his Mana circulatig, almost imperceptible particles inside those two spheres began to become more clear, respectively more white or black.
Helial suddenly saw an image of Circe making way in his head and taking control of his field of vision, as if she now was the only visible thing in his world.
The milky sphere became slightly more pure, but the change would not have been visible to an ordinary person.
”He is finally absorbing the experiences of these last months,” the Devil commented making a ladle and a pot appear in mid-air. ”These shitty vegetables, on the other hand, didn't absorb not even a bit of the fucking broth.”
As Circe passed before his eyes, the projection of Orma's most dangerous woman caressed his face and Helial felt a connection between his soul and the Black Witch.
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On the other side of Orma, Circe, sitting cross-legged on the floor of her room, had a pang in her abdomen and looked out the window as if looking for something...
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