Chapter 289 - Eyes Of Raksha (2/2)

:Your eyes. They were somewhat weak, but not as weak as I thought. Although they weren't on par with my eyes, they would have been about the same as a normal Asura's. I'm not entirely sure, but I think that there is more than one bloodline within you. And this other bloodline is on par with the Asura race, something I didn't think was possible. Either way, your eyes seemed to have retained their color although they now have a tint of gold to them, compliments of my eyes. I'm actually somewhat saddened that I won't be able to see the final result of your training with them.: Strangely, there was no hidden smile within these words. These were the Asura's real feelings when it considered that it's time of moving on was coming closer.

Laz, noticing the change in it's mood, also saw that the spiritual clone that had been hovering above the body seemed quite a bit dimmer than before.

:Ah well. I still have no regrets now. As for the final present before I disappear completely...: The spiritual body pointed downwards towards the half corpse. With a simple flick of it's finger, a single drop of purple blood immerged from the body. Then, right before Laz's eyes, the still somewhat fleshy body dried up completely and fell apart like dust in a strong breeze.

:Master...?:

:It's fine. It was just an empty shell anyway as my soul will soon follow. But with this, I can ensure that my bloodline continues... in a sense.: The spirit wrapped the strange drop of blood in several layers of energy which caused it to further dim down to almost nothing. Laz could barely see it's outline anymore, even with his new eyes.

:Within this drop of blood is my legacy. Many of the skills that I learned and some that I only read about but never used myself. With this, you will find that you will never be lacking in techniques, at least until you reach my level. And not all of these are techniques meant to harm or kill. This is my final gift and my final wish. I never had time to have a family, but at least now you can be considered of my bloodline. This will sit inside of you until the time is ready for the power to be absorbed by you. The you currently is far to weak for it and this amount of energy would cause you to pop in a gory fountain of blood. But still, if you direct your spiritual sense into it, it will allow you to access to some extent, some of the weaker skills that could serve you well for now.:

:Master... I don't know how to thank you. You have done more for me in the past few hours than my own father has done in his entire life. For that, I will always remember you. Please master, what is your name so that in the future, I may tell people who it was who made me who I am today?:

Laz realized at some point that he never heard the name of his master. How was he suppose to properly thank him without even knowing his name?

:Ah. HA. A good point. It has been so long, I had almost forgotten it myself. I was once know throughout the galaxy as 'Rak'sha, The Harbinger of Death,' they called me. I remember I used to hate that title and yet was proud of it at the same time.:

:Why would you hate it?: Laz was confused by this admission. It seemed like a good title, all be it a bit flamboyant.

:Because although I lead armies through the fields of battle and stood toe to toe against the darkness before my final fall... I was once a medicine man, one who was skilled with treating and curing my brothers and sisters.:

'A doctor being called the Harbinger of Death? Yeah, that didn't seem to go together,' Laz thought to himself before remembering that his master could hear him.

Strangely though, he didn't respond.

Laz saw the specter of light staring at him with a smile as it's body became dimmer and dimmer. Laz knew the the time of parting was at hand.

:Perhaps...:

:Master?:

:If you become strong enough. Go out into the universe. Go and find my family. If any of them still live. Go. Tell them. Tell them how I fell. Tell them...:

:Master?:

:Use... what I gave you... fight... protect... save...:

The final words of the once great Rak'Sha were lost as he faded away.

He never lost the smile on his face as he stared at Laz in his final moments. To Laz though, he couldn't help but shed tears, something he hadn't done in a long time. This creature who Laz had just met, interacted with, became the disciple of, and finally received his greatest legacy had passed away, all within the course of a couple hours.

Laz would never forget him, for he had given Laz a view of the world far beyond his own. And while the Laz of right now was far to small and insignificant in the great universe, he knew that wouldn't be the case forever.

He would never forget the debt he owed his master. And to return that debt, he would have to leave his planet one day.

It was a mind boggling and scary thought, but after experiencing the galaxy through someone else's eyes, it was far less scary than it would have been a few days ago.

And what's more than that, inside Laz's head, he felt knowledge appear that he didn't know before. The way to train his eyes to one day be like his master's.

”Heaven's Gaze.”

'What an intense name,' Laz thought to himself.