Chapter 150: Bloody Nightmares nightmare (a) (1/2)

Why wouldn't he know of the extent and capabilities of the items produced by the weaponsmiths of the spirit world?

He knew how great they were because he had experienced one by himself!

His enemy, the manager of the first trial, was the fruit of their knowledge and resources, and he sincerely admits that it was truly marvelous! It came with a soul, after all.

It was able to act for itself, and that characteristic alone far surpassed the computerized creations of humans, which follow a set of codes.

Soul; a field of extensive study containing boundless truth and the path towards ascension that the magicians haven't tapped into yet.

That he knew was just because of the cultural and geographical differences between humans and spirits. They were born in a world where every being could gain a soul after living for some time, a far cry from Earth and Xavier.

The laws of that world were different, and spirits came in contact with souls since the beginning of time, he believed, and that's why they were able to incorporate souls into their creations!

”The spirit race created this place for a reason, and they might have left a lot of things behind in the residential zone. Simply put, the magic and knowledge in that place might allow humanity to set foot in uncharted territory and allow our civilization to grow further.” As he thought of that, excitement flushed his eyes.

'I must get to that place and be the first one to step into that path!'

He must complete this trial, earn a lot of spirit points, and reach that place, only then would he be able to get his hands on new knowledge.

Storing the medallion in his subspace so that no one but him would be able to get to it, Elliot moved into the forest, submerging himself in its eerieness.

Clouds in the night skies moved like waves in the ocean. Specks of moonlight glowed brightly within them, releasing rays of light that cascaded onto the trees, hitting their amethyst-like leaves.

That caused purple to lit up the entire forest.

After sprinting for a while, jumping from tree to tree, enduring the silence that would bring any man near the brink of mental collapse and breathing in the chilling coldness that permeated the bones, he came across the first target on his list, a bloody nightmare!

It was a thick tree with a teeth-filled mouth in the middle of its trunk and curled up branches with cherries hanging on them. It had wide eye sockets, each glowing brightly in the red flames of destruction.

Bones stretched out of its back and curved to its front, covering it in an exoskeleton of some sort, giving it an extra layer of defense.

It looked like a mascot, one best for representing Halloween; that's what Elliot thought while furtively stealing glances at it from his hiding spot.

Thanks to his godly eye, he found out that its defense is excellent and its weakness lies inside of its mouth, and that it has menacing means of attacking, ones he wouldn't be able to come out of scot-free.

Fighting it face on was like a person telling the world that he is a masochist.