Bro, I'm not an Undead!

1015  HER Perspective

<To think three of his Odd Souls have already been defeated. I wonder if HE will place the blame on me. Probably.> A voice that sounded both like nothing and something spoke. It was heavy yet light, cold yet caring. Bearing great contradictions was in the very nature of being a Deity, and SHE was no exception despite being the lightest out of a bunch.

Where SHE resided was like a plane made out of an infinite sky both above and below, yet she wasn't alone. Chosen mortals surrounded her at all times, heeding every order she gave.

<Hmmm. How curious. This one did not wield his powers as genuinely as the last. He too must be oblivious to the truest extent of his capabilities. How HE so casually imparted upon the world the ability to gift that rare, Odd power to his most favored creations amazes me to no end.>

Her eyes pierced the veil that was the clouds and settled on the young man bound to the very fabric of the world she helped create. So unusual. This power which bound this young man was as potent as it was back then. All those years ago.

SHE gave a sigh of exasperation as her gaze turned towards the other man in a dark robe whose hand was pressing on the head of the young man, seemingly attempting to learn everything there was about him.

It was this LITTLE ONE again.

<This is the second time he has entangled his dark Direction with an Odd Soul and crushed their destiny. Or maybe they are all just drawn to him. Lured by an invisible trap that blinds foresight and caution.>

Perhaps.

The last Odd Soul this LITTLE ONE entangled ended up here, in her slice of Aigas, and this one had been too arrogant. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

But well… in all fairness, it wasn't only this LITTLE ONE who had managed to tame an Odd Soul.

SHE shifted her gaze.

Quite honestly, looking over to this side of the world was quite difficult now, given what had happened to Aigas as a result of the other human-shaped whirlpool of misery.

Aigas had been split after all.

It had been split up to the SKY.

Her eyes scrolled past the shattered Central Boundary and settled on a vessel blasting at full speed over an ebony sea constantly tortured by falling blisters and rips to the abounding space.

On this vessel was someone even more fearsome than that LITTLE ONE.

He too had tamed an Odd Soul and begun his massacre of fate.

SHE couldn't loathe him for it, however, after all, SHE was the only one who understood him wholly.

He was relentless.

He was selfless, but also merciless.

A part of her BOLD SOUL admired him terribly, even though the others would have sought to smite him at all costs, way before he mutilated the world they created and brought on excessive chaos.

But… they weren't here.

SHE was all alone. A blissful smile blossomed on her face as SHE watched him.

He was nearly there.

Maybe he would actually thrive over all the odds that were against him.

Maybe he would sacrifice even more of the children of the gods to do as he wished.

SHE giggled like a little girl. At the moment, she might as well have been when compared to what she had been before the world split. He had made her so.

Yet she could never loathe him for it.

<FU, FU~.>

***

A man with long, black hair, and the same shirt he always wore that looked to be made out of mithril – a metallic sheen over it – craned his neck.

He looked at the blonde beside him who was busy tuning his lute.

Such confidence.

Erlton really believed that everything was going to work without a hitch. Well, he believed that he (the black-haired man) was going to do a bang-up job.

"You know I'm not best friends with these creatures, right? I will have to ask for their help. Grovel even, and diligently at that. Why don't you go and talk to them? They may respect a Herald like you better than they do me," the man with the long hair said with a fold of his arms.

Erlton scoffed.

"I'm still a stranger to them either way. Besides, they accepted your past and they call you a colleague at the very least. Weren't you there when that one giant ape ascended? No other living creature outside of the beasts' most trusted circles would have been allowed to witness that, Soidon," he said.

The man whose name was Soidon grumbled.

He had nothing to retort.

Erlton was right.

Karima, Azila and the Aqua Ripper were very friendly to him despite what he was. What he once was.

Though, Erlton was mistaken about him witnessing the ascension of the Great Mane Mountain Ape, it wasn't too much of a leap to say that if Soidon wanted to, he could have stayed long enough to see it.

A powerful beast was become even more powerful, hippee~.

Then again, maybe he could see what had become of Azila now, since he and the Herald Erlton had reached the deepest part of the Tremur Forest.

The air was livid with pure mana and everything was serene, yet tension was still hidden in the folds.

Soidon frowned.

"You really love dumping your problems onto other people, don't you?" he said.

Erlton kicked the large root he sat on.

"When did I ever do that?" he asked with a sneer.

"You left the mess that one of your own created to that little skeleton, didn't you? You could just throw caution away and contend against the other Herald, you know."

Erlton glared at Soidon.

"It was safer to allow him to handle it. You should have heard him, prattling on about how he was going to end the war all on his own. And guess what? He did. Fulgardt really is growing in those bones," he said with a testy tone. "What about you? Wasn't whole the reason behind your hunting him down to help him? You didn't dare meet him after he woke up."

It was Soidon's turn to look angry.

At first, he stammered. Erlton was right. But…

"That wasn't the man I wanted to meet. You said he looked at you as if he wanted to kill you, right? Like heck I'd go right up to him and tell him, 'Oh, hey, I'm a former Lich. I'm here to help. I can relate, you see.'" Soidon retorted.

Erlton harrumphed. Soidon had a point.

That wasn't the version of Festos that would accept help from someone who tore himself from the straps of the world of the living dead.

"And aren't you the one who had me holed up in that inn telling me to wait until the 'right' time? I could have met him much earlier, when he was still sane!" Soidon added with more fury.

"Enough!" Erlton said, and he rose to his feet. "We both have our good arguments. Now, let's get this over with!"

"Heh!"

Soidon wore a smug, triumphant look.

After a little, mocking nod to a cross Erlton, he led the way beyond the humongous sycamore trees; where the grasses and shrubs transitioned from green to a faded grey.

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