Chapter 103 (2/2)

“Me? Afraid of the undead?” Breeze asked. “We’ve already been through this. I’m not afraid of anything.”

Gale sighed. “Why do you want to go to a different continent to get away from the undead then?”

“That’s easy. The undead are totally creepy and unnatural,” Breeze said as he dragged another log over to Gale. “Don’t you think so? If they’re dead, then they should stay dead and not bother the living.”

Gale stared at the mass of tormented souls in the shape of a human in front of him. “Yeah. I guess you’re right,” he said, enunciated each word. “It would really suck to wake up to an undead being serenading you while you’re hungover. I can’t even fathom how terrifying that’d feel. I completely understand where you’re coming from.”

“I’m glad you understand me so well, brother,” Breeze said as he passed Gale another vine. “We should speed things up before night falls. I bet the undead will be more active at that time.”

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Vur held Tafel’s hand as the two sat next to each other on a cushioned seat in a wooden carriage that was being transported by an undead horse. A glowing sphere of light hovered in the air in front of the two, illuminating the small cabin. The full moon was visible through the window of the carriage.

Tafel sighed and closed her eyes as she rested her head on Vur’s shoulder. Her face was slightly flushed as her fingers traced the veins along the back of Vur’s hand. Vur smiled and rested his head on top of Tafel’s.

“This is degrading. Absolutely degrading,” a voice said from the golden sphere in the air. “I refuse to do this. I will not be used as a lamp for two love puppies. I have important things—“

Vur glared at the glowing sphere while emitting some of his aura. The voice stopped talking as the sphere trembled in the air.

Tafel exhaled and snuggled closer to Vur. “I wish today would never end,” she said. A tear formed in the corner of her eye. Vur squeezed her hand in response.

“I love you,” Tafel whispered and raised her head.

“I love you too,” Vur said as he looked into Tafel’s eyes. The two leaned closer to each other before locking lips.

The golden sphere flickered and disappeared. “That’s it; I’m leaving,” a voice said. “I hope you overexert yourself and die while you make babies. You’re never going to see me ever again. Have fun on your honeymoon. Goodbye.” The snogging couple completely ignored the god as it left.

Back in the Vault of Spirits, all the white crystals simultaneously shattered, filling the room with a golden smoke. The smoke condensed into a shining golden figure. It gnashed its teeth as it stomped out of the vault.

“First he eats me, then he uses me as maid. Finally, he degrades me and turns me into a lamp?! ARGH.” The spirit punched a hole into the wall next to it. “I’m through with him! I’ll run away to Fuselage. If he chases me there, then I’ll run back here! I’d like to see him try to catch me.”

The figure’s ear twitched and it froze. “The formation’s been broken,” it said and frowned while creasing its brow. It hesitated in the hall. “Eh, screw it. That guy is way too troublesome for me to deal with. The king can play with him instead. I’ll just spend my days in leisure.” The figure nodded its head as it continued out of the building.