13 Receiving the Inheritance (2/2)

Closing his eyes instinctively Dean felt that his shoulder seemed a lot lighter than last time.

He forgot how heavy Rose was and how comfortable it was to travel in a group.

The cheerful laughter was gone and so was the friendly aura he used to travel in.

Opening his eyes once more his vision returned a sight that was unusual ”...I-impossible”

Stuttering he rubbed his eyes but the sight was the same. Most of the precious herbs and precious metals were there however the manual on the throne was gone.

Muttering to himself ”I thought Christian ransacked the whole place.”

Thinking about this even more, Dean felt the incident was weird.

”How did I even get outside. They definitely wouldn't carry my body outside, so why?”

”What happened?”

What Dean didn't know was that there was more to this array that the golem had mentioned in the past. On one hand it stopped the activation of runes but it also had the effect of casting illusions.

For two years he hadn't seen those people so he wasn't able to get more information. The same could be said about their family.

It was if nothing every happened.

Ivan's family had no reaction.

Dean shook his head in rejection ”What has happened, has already happened.”

Refusing to linger too long on those memories, Dean looked around the cave.

Dean didn't want to let go of his grudge with Christian so he kept on making excuses. He resolved himself to eventually get his hands on the book.

Blaming it as his duty as a disciple to reclaim what was once his master.

He dawdled past the moldy door and and continued through the passageway. Going towards the surface with an open trapdoor he was greeted with a ripped article of clothing and a pile of rocks.

Not saying anything he placed a flower that barely touched the rocks and clothing so that it would have a delicate look.

Leaving he didn't say anything but he would glance at the graves a few times before returning to the treasure cove.

Taking a deep breath he tried to organize everything in this cove. He felt that with the aid of that mysterious master he should at least show his sincerity.

He picked up the skull that oddly fell from his throne and kowtowed three times.

From then on he became a disciple of a master who only remembered that he was something like a clown.

The blue orb escaped from his torso and gently floated towards his hand

Dean grasped the orb very carefully and placed it in front of him. There was a sensual sensation that it gave off.

Thinking about using it he suddenly saw the instead of the blue orb. The space inside was very large and in the center of the whole place was a small book.

Imagining that he was flying closer and grabbing the book he saw it sitting on the throne. Taking a look at the title it was named

[Battle Instinct Manual]

Dean felt confused as most mysterious would want to make their inheritage have flashy names to interest people but this book seemed dull.

'hmm, Battle instinct.'

Willing the blue orb, everything within the cove disappeared as the herbs and metals all entered the blue orb for Dean's usage.

Looking at the emptiness he decided to take a seat on the floor and start learning about this [Battle Instinct Manual]

He had already accepted his fate and wanted to start making his marks on that road.

Reading the pages he felt enlightened

{Our path that we follow is called an 'error'. That is nothing more than an outsider's perspective. What does that concern with you. You are you, so why should it matter?}

{We are called demons for surviving torture and devils for scheming. In fact we are just strong at enduring and smart for thinking. That is all}

{Are we gods? Are we mortals? Why should we be labelled by other's definitions. We can reference them in order to act like everyone else but when in the dark our true fangs appear.}

{Plot those who dare to sin. Kill those who rebel. Murder those that betray. We are tools. We can only be used by ourselves and by no one}

{Heed my writings and battle everything that obstructs your path}