The large skeleton looked back to the Hound that had reached to the shore of the large island, the golden white light in its sockets glimring with strange emotion.
It was true, it had been there since the very start, but only for as long as it could rember.
As for its point of origin, that would be the day Skullius appeared in Aigas.
It was ford as a guard to Skullius’ soul, in accordance to the rules of Aigas.
The rules of a world could not be so easily evaded, which was why powerful beings could not easily invade and also why even Skullius’ Null Life powers created flaws to adjust to the world, otherwise they would be restricted entirely.
As for the rule that allowed for this large skeleton to be ford, it was the sa that dictated that every individual’s innate self have so form of protection that could only be contended against by advanced forms of power, in particular Classes and Stages.
An example would be how Skullius’ [Basic Evil Invasion] had to contend against the protection that an individual had on their minds before reaching success.
The various forms Skullius had to fight in an opponent’s headspace with the exception of the Labyrinth of the Yoke which was made by a being who transcended such rules and allowed Skullius to avoid them entirely with the right conditions were an indication.
‘It must be nice to be on the outside. I tire of trying to keep all this safe and failing miserably at it each ti…’ the skeleton said, a tinge of envy tangible in its voice.
Over on the island, the Hound took its first step, being ever so careful as to not cause a proliferation of the cracks.
One could imagine the image of a drop of sweat over its hide as it truly was terrified by the notion of being a danger to its own master.
It adjusted itself and took light steps while crossing over the sandy ground where the violets swayed and paid extra attention to its next step.
The Hound was heavily assaulted by the noises from the orbs as well as the faint visuals.
One of the small bright balls drew its attention and it carefully walked over, its feet dodging the other flowers around.
The Hound leaned in its head and focused on the orb.
On the sound.
On the sights.
Its luminous sockets were suddenly drawn in as the markings over the Pseudo Spirit Walker’s Hide began to glow, its vision being pulled into the bright light before it!
…
“…Camila! Get down here! And stop with the loud music for crying out loud!”
Hmm?
The Hound felt a weird presence.
It no longer had a… self.
Instead, it was as if it was seeing through soone else’s eyes.
Soone with… almond skin, on the hands at least as that was all it could see.
One of the hands held so kind of dark contraption in the palm which the Hound wasn’t familiar with, dozens of what looked like buttons sprinkled over the object’s surface.
What was this?
It was in a human body?
From the ears, it could hear so really loud noises that truly would have been annoying if it was bothered by such. Apparently, it was music.
As it focused ahead, it saw the view a bit distorted with a fisheye perspective that blurred everything at the edges after a short distance.
Unfortunately, it couldn’t exactly control where it looked as it seed that now, whoever it was seeing through was watching several n who wore matching clothes fervently chasing a ball and rcilessly kicking it to and fro.
All this was being seen through a large window which emitted a faint light.
“Uh… this little brat! I can’t even watch the ga in peace. The comntator has so pretty good lines. I don’t want to miss it.”
The Hound was forced to sense and discern the aning of what the man was saying whenever he spoke, as the language wasn’t familiar at all.
Hmmm. This person…
There was sothing about him.
Sothing familiar.
He felt… like the Hound’s master.
His air and his overall presence…
Could it really be?
“Damn it! Screw this!”
The hands of this man pressed one of the buttons and the contraption before him turned blank.
The Hound found itself rising and walking out into an expansive place with trees and grass, yet not scattered in a wild sense.
The grass was neatly shaved while the trees were clipped of their lower branches.
A sun and a blue sky could be seen above, magnificently announcing its presence to everything around.
The Hound tried to force its vision up but the only thing this did was split its sight in two where on one hand, it could still see the forward movent of the body it inhabited while on the other, it saw what was directly above this individual.
A large beautiful… white cloud?
The floating mass sparkled and twinkled like crystal, becoming blindingly brilliant sotis.
What the hell was this?
The Hound couldn’t help but wonder if this was sothing conjured for its sake or otherwise.
It continued to float directly overhead, following with the movent of this man whom it assud was its master!
Soon, the vision before it settled as this man crouched down, his sight being set on an elegant garden.
Multiple beds were erected in neat order, housing a variety of flowers that grew with their marvellous colours intact.
It was quite the sight.
The individual the Hound inhabited took in a deep breath, an emotion he expressed reaching the wolf which suddenly felt a heavy sense of sorrow.
The almond-coloured hands reached down and rustled over the flowers, leaning in after a while to take a whiff of the sweet scents.
“What a legacy you left, mom. I can’t help but feel as if letting these flowers dry up would be the sa as letting my mory of you die along with them. Haha…”
There was no joy in these words and the Hound could tell.
Several drops fell from its sight and landed on the petals of a pretty orchid but the hands before it quickly wiped away the tears.
“Woo there… can’t water them with tears now can I? Let’s get the watering can. Hopefully Camila didn’t misplace it this ti…”
The vision of this man rose and at the sa ti, the Hound felt itself being pushed away from the view as shortly after, it was right back in its body, staring at the faint images within the small light that began to replay.
The Hound shook its head lightly.
It still retained all that it had seen.
Quite interesting.
So these, as it guessed, were probably its master’s mories!
Incredible!
For it to stumble on sothing such as this…
The large creature looked around at the nigh insurmountable lights.
All of these really were…
The Hound wanted to stare a bit more but felt a tug at the mana that it had and that which it was borrowing from its master.
There was heavy consumption from that one dive into the mories it seed.
In that case, it had to act faster and find the little girl as it was told.
The Hound looked around, trying to discern from the little it could see while paying mind to where it stepped.
Unfortunately, this was pretty much useless as the mash of sounds and the distortion by the light emanated from the balls obscured its sight and auditory sense.
Without further thought, it then stared at another random orb where its vision was sucked in.
In this one, it saw the familiar almond-coloured hands holding sothing that left marks on paper. Stacks of books were over a desk that the individual it inhabited sat behind.
Right now, it could sense focus and frustration at the sa ti from this individual.
A heavy sigh leaked from the man as he leaned back against the chair he sat in.
At that sa mont, the door to the right squealed as it swung open, a small figure racing up to reach him.
“Hmm?”
The Hound found its vision descending and focusing on sothing it hadn’t expected.
“Look who it is. My furry little bro. You’ve already learned to open doors on your own? How did you do it?”
A small creature, like a tiny wolf stood there sticking its tongue out while wagging its tail joyfully, a cute bark being the response it rendered to its master!
The fur coat with a beautiful copper shimr lustre and hue covered it in a shaggy manner, bringing out a truly amazing beauty.
This sight perplexed the Hound.
What was this creature? A young wolf?
Was it really though? It was too small.
The little thing was lifted up by the almond coloured hands, and set on the man’s lap.
The beady eyes and the pink nose that huffed in air excitedly as it looked up was quite the refreshing sight.
The Hound felt its vision being pulled to sothing that was around the creature’s neck.
A black band with a round, silver tag attached to the front with a certain etched into it.
Ferex.
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