Chapter 172: The meeting (2/2)

Soren used even to change his name now and then and had even made a special spell that could change the memories of everyone that they knew them to know him by that name, or so he had said. Millions of people knew about him since this counted people who knew of him as a God, meaning that he could change the memory of that many, even if it was for a simple detail like that. This was a level of power that few Gods had reached.

Soren took a seat as he snapped his fingers, making the mouth of Avea to be formed once more. Avea was clearly more cautiously now, as she knew he was powerful, but to affect her that easily without her noticing was something she had never thought. She thought she could at least resist a bit, but in the end, there was nothing she could do, even for a split second against him.

”So, from what I gather, you seemed to be busy in your new situation. Not unexpected, I guess for you. But why are you here?” [Soren]

”You know why. You and the New Gods can't do anything against the Dark Guild or whoever is truly behind them. If things continue like that, all the Realms will be in danger.” [Shingi]

Soren kept his eyes towards Shingi, seemingly trying to get a read of him.

”You keep being as persuasive as ever. Although, I must admit I would prefer it if you used your eyes. I had met a few of your people, but never one with Red Eyes. It amazed me when Aella mentioned them, even if she didn't know what they were, but it seems like you know a bit, don't you?” [Soren]

Shingi had his eyes disabled since he was certain that they wouldn't work on him. He didn't know that Aella could see their actual color, as he never really asked her, but he wasn't surprised.

As for Soren knowing about his special race, it wasn't that surprising that someone like him could not know something like that. All those years he had spent researching everything around magic and the Elements, and their Eyes seemed to have something to do with them. Especially since his eyes seemed to have to do with the Spirit Element, showing how rare they truly were.

”But I must say even if I liked your answer; the question wasn't for you.” [Soren]

Soren snapped his fingers as a figure appeared, passing through the wall leading to the major part of the storehouse but didn't damage the wall. The figure landed on the table and was kept in place by chains.

The figure was none else than Syra, who had found an opportunity to sneak in since one of the Archangels was busy. The Angels had a chance to notice her, but for the Avea, there wasn't a chance but only a certainty that she would.

”So, little miss. Why are you here?” [Soren]

It looked weird of a young teenager to say something like that to someone who looked to be around her sixties, even if she was a Spirt. But considering that Soren was thousands of years old, Syra was more like a baby in comparison.

”She is with me. We are here for the harp of Lailah.” [Shingi]

Avea got angry after hearing that, as she forgot what happened just a few moments ago.

”You dare come here and try to steal from us. I will have your head for this.” [Avea]

She tried to get her sword out of her scabbard, but it didn't budge, not even a bit. It seemed like it was stuck in there.

”No need of violence. Just give him the harp. I will talk with your Mistress.” [Soren]

She was ready to say something, but one piercing look of Soren made her stop as she gave a slight bow and left the room.

”So you try to make that thing, I gather. It took you some time. I thought you would never try it.” [Soren]

”It would be me denying your gift if I didn't someday try to make it. Just had to wait for the right time.” [Shingi]

Soren's face became severe at that point, as he normally always had a smile on his face. This was one of the few times that he was worried.

”Is he that strong of a foe then?” [Soren]