Chapter 320 - Unfurling Past Part One (1/2)

After resuming his steps toward the metallic sheeted coliseum, Fell's unhurried footsteps were rhythmed by the several attempts of remembrance. Sadly, they led to nothing, as every time he tried thinking about his past, it only led him to gaze at a white canvas.

Nothing came to his mind, but the young cultivator's heart wasn't shaken as he didn't stop his attempt. He could feel that the place that stood in front of him was one that counted heavily to his soul. He couldn't yet point what was causing him to feel like that toward the strange, unfamiliar construct. But his mind was hellbent on relentless trying to remember.

”This entrance…”, he mumbled as he caught sight of the lacking letters in the sign. He stepped through the large door with watchful steps that didn't miss any detail in the small construct.

Realistically speaking, the young cultivator had absolutely no certitude nor any hope for his attempt. But something deep in his soul made him yearn what he had lost, and even if he couldn't remember, he could still try and ask about his past.

As soon as he entered the coliseum named Gladiator's Heaven, his eyes caught on the dense line of n.a.k.e.d crooked pillars that served as the main support for the humongous weight of the construct.

He caught sign of a small fracture in one of those pillars. He swiped his soul sense on that specific pillar, and couldn't help but come to a stop as he felt remnant of some kind of energy locked in it. His body shook as he felt an enormous familiarity coming from the energy left in that pillar; the familiarity Fell had toward that energy was such that he felt he could actually control that speck of energy.

”What is this place…”, he muttered softly as his eyes turned toward the other pillar. Sadly, he didn't come to face any other peculiarity, and quickly began resuming his steps toward the sole soul sitting in the large room.

His steps produced small friction with the ground that echoed into an easily listenable sound that propagated through the large construct. Yet even with that, the old man sitting near the wooden reception didn't seem to notice the new arriving individual.

It was only when Fell appeared in his sight that the old man's slow sight turned toward his direction. A minute glow appeared on the old man's face, as though the man he caught sight of was his own grandson.

Sifiso rose from his seat as he stood in line in front of the young man facing him. He opened his lips slowly, as he prepared himself to greet the young cultivator, but nothing left his mouth, and even the glow in his eyes diminished.

What stopped him from opening his lips wasn't that he recognized something different from Fell, but was caused by the lack of familiarity in the youth's gaze, forcing him to swallow the word he was going to say.

He only looked deeply at his eyes, and caught on the confusion in the youth's soul. It didn't take long for the experienced Sifiso to understand that something had happened.

”What happened?”, softly whispered Sifiso with trembling vocal cords. The emotions and words he had swallowed before were released through the two words.

His thought couldn't stay hidden, and although he had spoken them in a near-silent tone.

The two simple words resounded like thunder in the middle of a calm night inside of Fell's mind. They caused his body to twitch and trembled from the emotions hidden in these words. A painful empathy that caused an aching sensation to appear in every inch of Fell's ego body.

Sifiso's eyes turned firm as he saw the struggle happening inside of Fell's soul. And in the same way, a magnet would attract its polar opposite, the young man's struggle flooded through the void in his soul before appearing in Sifiso's face.

”Poor child…”, mumbled Sifiso in his mind as he hesitated on stepping forward. He could sense that the Fell standing in front of him couldn't be compared to the youthful cultivator he had known. The last time he had seen him was less than three days ago, and even then, the youth hadn't been this solemn.

His extreme solemn- near-emotionlesss state seemed to hide a tremendous pain that originated from his ego. One that caused him to feel that an important component of his being was lacking.

”How horrible was the defeat for him to appear in this state…”, he added as he began preparing cheerful words to ease the young warrior.

But as soon as his eyes left Fell's eyes, and descended along the youth's body, Sifiso's old body twitched as though thousands of volt had traversed his being. Flooded from the emotions coming from Fell, he had inadvertently missed the other individual that was with him.