A while later, Yashna Night and Francis Blood returned to the Arena and saw their young master sitting on the ground in ditative pose; their eyes fell on the corpse lying not so far away.
They spared a glance at each other. Yashna observed Azzy and found that his soul power was steadily increasing at a rapid pace.
She shifted her attention to Francis and spoke, "Clan leader Francis, are you also thinking the sa as ?"
Francis nodded solemnly, "The young lad is currently the strongest Arcana Master in the clan. He must ascend the throne. We, the clan leaders, will help him in whatever way we can."
"What about His Majesty?" Yashna asked, although, she didn't seem to be that interested in an answer.
But, Francis Blood still gave his opinion, "Strictly speaking, Vesyrn Garcia is still the acting clan head. He never ascended the throne. He was only there in the absence of Qridus Garcia. Hence, his opinions don't matter in this issue."
anwhile, inside the mindscape of Azzy, a female humanoid figure, with six pairs of angelic wings and wearing white robes, was tied to Azzy with a long golden rope. Each of them is having a weapon in their hands; the Arcana spirit has the golden energy sword and Azzy has an identical-looking golden sword of radiance too. Both of them were engaged in a sword fight with a wager attached.
After a series of attacks and counterattacks from both sides, Azzy eventually managed to graze her shoulder with the sword, using his fencing technique, ending their fight and dissolving the rope.
The energy swords in their hands disappeared and the angelic figure fell on one of her knees and bowed to him, "As part of our agreent, you bested in battle and I will fulfill my promise of staying by your side for the next twenty solar years while showing my utmost loyalty to you. I will defy the laws of nature to protect your allies or kill your enemies.
I, Lux Aeternum, pledge you my service."
As her words echoed in Azzy's mindscape, the Abode of Death was shaking as if an earthquake occurred, with a gentle-looking god of death staring down at the mortal realm in an intense manner.
He mumbled, "Jupiter's inheritor that tricked into achieving divinity, killing my apostle, and stealing my chief servant, you truly made angry this ti." A wicked smile then replaced his displeased expression, "But, you have made a grave mistake this ti. You clearly showed that you have accepted the power of anti-divinity, which will make you the enemy of all divine beings.
Let's see how you face the wrath of the celestial empire and we will see if Mother Goddess Gaia still shields you in the absence of her lover."
In the world of Arcana, or more specifically, in the Forest of Death, old man Qridus was seen extrely focused on healing his master's soul orb with his palm on her back; there was the dead body of Pierre Garcia lying on the side.
The woman was also trying to concentrate on removing those foreign particles in her system but her expression didn't look good. In the end, she spat out a mouthful of black blood, which lted the ground upon contact.
"Ha" "Ha…"
"Master…" Qridus sounded worried, looking at the situation, "Are you alright?"
The woman shook her head weakly, "Stop it, Qridus. The waters of the river Styx have reached very depths into my mindscape. Even if my soul orb is repaired, there is nothing we can do to protect my Arcana spirits. I think it is ti to embrace my fate and release them. They have been with for so long. They are a part of .
It is right for them to go to the spirit realm."
"But, you cannot release them unless you either make a breakthrough or die." Qridus' facial expression was frozen in shock.
The woman let out a forced smile, "I lived for a hundred thousand years, Qridus. Death doesn't scare and neither I have any attachnt to life. I was rely holding out my last promise to my father to guard this forbidden region and Argus, for as long as I can. Now that I got myself a successor who is willing to beco the guardian, I don't have any reason to live anymore."
"No, I have so much to learn, Master," Qridus responded by pushing out more healing light attribute energy into his master's back, increasing the rate of healing the soul orb, "where there is a will, there is a way. I will find a way to protect your Arcana spirits. So, please keep your trust in . Once your soul orb is repaired, we will return to the clan and search the forbidden section once again.
We will find a solution."
"You are too sentintal for a brat who lived for nine millennia," The woman let out a deep sigh and then glanced at the clouds in the sky, this ti, her smile looked quite pleasant, "If there is anything that I would like to do before I rest for eternally, it would probably to et that descendant of mine who is destined to end the curse of our clan.
Too bad that he is too young to succeed you and I don't think I would live for long to see him ascend the throne."
Qridus went silent for a couple of seconds and said, "Your wish will be fulfilled very soon, master. I think Little Azrael is ready to lead the clan. With the branch clan leaders standing by his side, I'm sure he will bring our clan to new heights."
"But, didn't you say he is only 18?" The daughter of the clan founder was taken aback by her disciple's proclamation. "Do you want to put such a heavy burden on such a young soul? That age is for exploring one's youth, not taking responsibilities."
"Sigh… I know but…" Qridus reminded her about the foreshadowing of a full-scale alien invasion within five decades and he was worried about betrayal from other hidden clans once again. Thinking of the bigger picture, he felt that the commander of the hidden clans should be soone one can have hope for the future. Preparing him as the commander since young is necessary, or so, Qridus concluded.
Devorah Garcia doesn't agree with him but she can't argue anymore as she is pledged to not be involved in the affairs of the clan. In the end, she can only sigh and watch the clouds.
Back to the Death clan village, upon successfully forming a bond with Lux, he used the hourglass to restore the village's vegetation back to the ti when it was perfectly alright. Even the barrier was repaired by the Hourglass' soul skill: Chrono Rewind.
However, the casualty cannot be undone. Sasha Blood, who died under the hands of the demigod, couldn't return to life. Well, not that the sword of radiance, the primordial sword is incapable of doing it, but it is because of the fact that the Reaper is against disturbing natural order. Or at least for a sinner like Sasha. Only on m v|le|mp|yr
After extracting the blood source from his descendant, Francis Blood perford her funeral rites within the private space of the clan compound. Her powers were stored in the clan treasury with other blood sources that were too corrupted and powerful enough that they could not be given to others unless it was an ergency.
The clansn returned to their hos from Yashna's shadow dinsion, Azzy spent the rest of his day with his family mbers, fully aware of what was going to happen in the next few days now that he had displayed his abnormal strength.
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