Chapter 64: Chapter 64 – Perennial Disaster

It was unrelentingly dark this time.

A faintly glowing purple mist was the only light source in the entire space. And even then, it was only enough to illuminate me.

“Will you remain true to your intentions?”

My goals were my own, and I wasn’t about to let anyone shake them.

I will remain true to my intentions.

The purple mist swirled alongside my answer but suddenly paused and flowed away from me.

“Will you bear the truth?”

My hand reached out but was fated never to extend that far.

I will bear the truth.

The purple mist reeled in as it gathered enough to caress my face.

“Will you abstain from self-corruption?”

It sounded like something I had already agreed to.

I will abstain from self-corruption.

The purple mist accepted me in that instant and rushed towards my eyes. However, the place it dug into wasn’t them; it was the space between them.

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The mist drilled away the last dregs of light and my consciousness with it.

 

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Novus’ headache wasn’t comparable to the last Soul Predator Rituals. Instead, it was many times more splitting and like a body ache. All he could do was roll on the ground in anguish. His senses were all over the place, and from what he could tell, his blood flow was reversed.

For the current Novus, three Soul Partners was the absolute limit. Anymore, and he would die each time he revived at the church.

Thankfully, Novus’ iron-rank body made the turmoil subside after a long while. By the time Novus scraped the dirt from his body, the sky outside was signalling Delia's end and Phoebus' rise.

As he shook off the lingering effects, Novus held his head between his knees. Then, when he was ready to move, Novus shifted to a nearby puddle.

Through his puddle reflection, Novus finally observed his Soul Partner tattoos.

Aeon’s tattoo on his chest, above the heart, didn’t surprise Novus.

What a bloodthirsty snake. Aeon went for the heart, then the neck.

Novus readjusted his chest armour and rubbed the area between his eyes and forehead. Favur had taken a conspicuous spot, and the lavender-purple markings depicted a closed eye with two tails hidden beneath his eyebrows.

My mind’s eye. An interesting choice.

With a thought, Novus watched the tattoos fade and reappear according to his will. Content with having recovered by now, Novus got back up to his feet with weak difficulty. In a better state, a pair of system messages ambushed him.

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