Chapter 342: Power of Ragnar (1/2)

Withdrawing before the Ceriloat noticed my presence, I made sure to place my crest upon the surface of the lake. The Rune of Teleportation could not be trusted here, and I could not be sure who was watching.

Not stopping for anything, my heart began to tremble at the life I was sensing. Some were hidden, but I could feel the presence of those at the peak of World God bordering Demi-God. Marveling at how such a place was not overrun by these monsters. I flickered by oddly enough, enjoying myself.

Traveling till the sun began to set, I did not bother to stop till I felt the Aura of Tenibrea upon the Night sky. Knowing it was time to rest, I made camp. Night was when I felt the most active, it would always give me strength, but it was also when I felt the sin of Sloth pulling upon my weary bones.

Losing the battle, I rested, allowing Mother to watch me. I finally, for the first time, felt free. Entering a deep slumber that seemed to last a matter of seconds, my eyes opened to searing rays of starlight.

Cursing whoever was the god of light, I arose, peering at the campfire still burning. Throwing dirt to extinguish the flames, I continued my journey of a few days till I finally came upon intelligent life.

They appeared to be human, with Tribal marking covering their bodies. Coming from the bushes, they drew their weapons with heavy vigilance.

”Halt! Who Goes there!” One said, with long braided hair. He was tall, and muscular gripping a trident. Holding me in his sights, his Nascent Soul Energy overflowed within the area to attempt to intimidate.

”Quite aggressive,” I stated with caution. Making myself known.

”You speak our tongue!” He said in shock. Oddly enough lowering his weapon.

”I speak every language,” I confirmed. Even if I didn't have my real body, that didn't truly change the fact I was still the shadow of a Demon, Devil hybrid. And devils were creatures who spoke the language of all.

”Impossible the Sa'ar would never teach an outsider!” said the woman by his side. Tensing her jaw, my footing slightly changed for any type of surprises that could come.

”Tal, we must kill him!”

”Sela, calm yourself. This would not be the first to know our tongue.” Tal hastily said, placing his trident upon Sela's staff, lowering it down. ”Outsider, tell us your intentions?”

”I came to find out about Ragnar, the Faded Prince, and how to get to him.” I fearlessly told, eyeing the woman, who was secretly fuming. Her heart was overflowing with rage at not who I was but what I represented.

”Ragnar? He is not here. He resides on the Western Isles near Yu'drol.” Tal replied, but his heart told a different tale. It was fearful, filled with anxiety similar to the Sela, who was now trembling.

”You seem quite fearful of him. Why is that?”

”Please!” Tal suddenly pleaded, ”Stop asking! He knows and see's all. Stop!”