Chapter 625: The better vessel (2/2)
”Still, it's deserted for how many people I've trapped here,” the promenade took to the outer edge of the district.
”Rosespire is big enough to accommodate a hundred thousand people, and tis a low estimate. Most of the newcomers choose to stay in villages, some prefer hot, others cold, and many the tranquility of nature.” Therein came a familiar sight, the gates to the first mansion. ”-Let's go,” she waved to unlock a cage, ”-what we seek is inside.”
Up it was, along with the arduous twists and turns. Words were kept at a minimum; she darted past the lobby and straight into the attic. ”We're here,” said she, a hatch opened to a party of cobwebs and dust.
”Here I thought there weren't any other life forms,” he coughed.
”No, the realm is growing to be a secondary world. Why is it other gods have a realm of their own, tis for the sake of power? The bigger and better domain is, the stronger is the god. It's the reason why you were able to fight Kion without using the element. Mantia is the manifestation of the Shadow Realm in the real world, it takes on the shape of owner's will, and in your case, it's the manifestation of Origin's tremendous power.”
”The death element is strong, the power of immortality and rebirth at twice the strength sounds nice but has far more drawbacks. I rather it stays at a manageable pace, don't want to end up like last time.”
”Enough,” she flung open a chest, ”-here's the portal to the flow of time. Take my hand and don't even dare move. Heads up, it won't be a full passage into the world of the past, we won't see faces nor be able to communicate. Take her soul and we leave, if those terms are acceptable, then we'll depart.”
”I agree.” She dive-bombed the empty coffer as did Igna. The very concept of reality and what it meant to be human, god, or devil, shifted to a concurrent link of nothing and everything. A gentle outline of Miira's hands led the way, he watched unable to move, let alone communicate.
”We're here,” said she gently.
”What happened?” he snapped to, '-I'm floating, I can't see, nor hear, then how did I hear Miira?'
”Don't think too much,” said she, ”-we're at the point of no return. Use thy mind, not the senses, use thy mind's eye and see what is before us.”
'It's the past…' the scene of Aceline's death played slowly. She jumped to save another, vagueness dulled any sense of reasonable logic, '-she's proud,' said a secondary voice, '-don't overthink, rescue her soul and get out.'
*Lost soul of the brave, lost soul of the forgotten. Heed me, heed my voice, for I've come to rescue from the vestige of regret, follow as we move to a better place; Box of Soul – Soulfeld.*
*Release,* clapped Miira, destiny itself flew past to a sudden reawakening. 'What happened?' the fingers curled, '-I feel good, maybe a slight headache, nothing I can't live with.'
”You're back?” inquired Miira in a desolate state, her face and arms were burnt. Her lovely hair was spoiled and left draping over the chair.
”Hey,” rushed to her side, ”-what happened?”
”I fought,” she coughed, ”-going back in time requires a fight against the Guardian. In other words, I fought myself,” her breathing slowed, ”-I used most of my strength to challenge your soul along with the flow. If nothing else, I helped in my master's endeavor.”
”Cut the melodramatic speech.”
*See the unseen, feel the unfelt, knowledge deep within, awaken for I order so; Eye of Truth.*
'The curse of blasphemy, the curse to punish any who dares glimpse and alter the past. Time is ruthless, she conveniently left out said piece of information, how very caring,.' A warming flow of solace exuded down the shoulders and into his index finger, '-a simple fix,' he touched her forehead, *Partial Realm Expansion: Mantia* a bubble swallowed her injured body.
”Begone unsightly fiends,” a host of symbols layered atop the hovering cocoon, *-Ancient-Arts of Cleansing: Deliverance.* Words turned daggers impaled the burnt marks, she cried and yelled to naught but a serene balcony. Her water-like cocoon marred in dirtied black of which disappeared into a vortex. *Mana Control: Healing Element Variant: Restoration.*
She harshly landed, ”-could have been a little bit tactful.”
”No,” he brazenly replied, ”-you must take the blame for not speaking of the repercussion. What if it had killed you, why didn't the thought cross thine mind. I would have found another way to reach the desired results.”
”No, it's fine,” she inched to the edge, ”-I said I would help, so I helped. I didn't' accomplish much in the battle for Glenda, I was hesitant.”
”Listen,” he poured juice, ”-being hesitant is a good thing when greater wit is necessary. Being reckless works for muscle-brained fighters, you don't fit said demography.”
”Are you disappointed?” she sipped.
”Not in the least, I'm happy you staked everything on my whim. Promise to speak of the deeper meaning the next time I call for help.”
”To be frank,” she gulped the drink, ”-I had full confidence in you. Deep down, my heart said to believe, and I did, the results speak for themselves. We captured a soul and I was healed from the curse of blasphemy. Forgive my impertinence, compared to the life as Staxius Haggard, the current vessel is far stronger. Watching the former fight felt wrong, he always did so without care for himself. He took on curses after curses and strived to make it his own. The current vessel relies on others and has trust in his entourage, something the old lacked.”
”Experience and wisdom I suppose,” he chuckled, ”-go rest, I'll handle it from here.”
”Good day to you then,” she affectionately gave a hug and took to the shadow realm.