The next few days, the soulless spent fortifying their defenses. While Raith stayed indoors... cultivating.
A strange thing that he never thought he’d ever do.
Prior to this ti, he gained strength by dying. Of course, days of experience on the battlefield had greater bolster his growth.
And after becoming a player, he was supposed to be able to grow by absorbing monster cores, but thanks to GREED that wasn’t possible for him. The least he could do was sit around in his compartnt and try to familiarize himself with the [force] itself.
He was very much ver cautious about releasing it freely, he didn’t know what effect such a trendous power could cause, it could even be a multiworldscape... and the least he wanted right now was getting noticed by so other troubleso player or god.
And Thard - Harl must never discover where he is or that he had managed to survive at the very least. Or his plan to return to earth would be ruin.
But there was very little that Raith knew about these matters, matters of the multidinsion. However... this was a beginning.
He sat crossed legged, his fingers locked into each other and resting comfortably on his legs. His eyes were closed and his focus was fixed.
The air around him was tight and everything seed tense. anwhile he focused on nothing more but the feel of his soul [force]
[Soul force] was literally the sa as [force] but there was a slight difference. While [force] is the energy of the power, [soul force] was the power itself and all it encompasses.
At least that was what Raith had learnt from paying so much attention to the energy for the past ten hours. He finally opened his eyes, the heterochrimatic color subtly showing itself and reverting to dark grey colors, matching gracefully with his white hair.
Looking at him again, he had really changed.
Raith uncrossed his legs and sat comfortably, leaning on his hands. He was sitting on his bed and was looking at the concrete ceiling.
While thinking about ho.
Mok Jae-Hwa
Slyvia
Balam
Curtis
Maria
Draear
He wasn’t good with the na of other Therutians so and others.
He missed all of them. He wanted to know how much ti have passed, maybe luckily it’s only been a day... or so fee months. He really hope he wouldn’t get there and find them all to be so old folk.
A shrewd laughter escaped Raith’s lips when he thought about it. Imagining Mok Jae-Hwa was just not it for him.
The next thing he turn to was his palm. Without slicing his hand, a pearl of blood flowed out of it and floated into his face level.
It suddenly stretched out and beca a black sword. Just like Bal.
Raith gazed on the black sword for a long ti and sighed heavily. He really missed Bal... who knew the stupid sword would make such sacrifices to bring him back.
Honestly, he wanted to bring Bal back... this was his second reason for wanting to go to earth badly. Because as far as he could tell. There’s only one person he knows that can build Bal.
Who knows of he’d be able to do it from the beginning, but Raith sincerely hoped. He was the only blacksmith that was able to touch him after all.
With all that thoughts being dropped, Raith let out another sigh, more than a heavy exhale than a sigh of worry. He stood up from his bed, stretching his body.
Raith’s lithe fra belied his impressive strength. As he reached his arms overhead, tight muscles rippled beneath his ivory skin, casting shadows that accentuated the hard lines and cut contours of his body.
He had a lean build, but the cords of muscle were evident, like coils ready to spring into action. Especially since after the confrontation with the shadow Bourne, he had undergone permanent changes like this, even unknown to himself.
He took a random straw shirt and wore it then stepped out of the room. As he walked through the sitting room to the balcony, all the ladies that were walking there bowed their heads and lowered their legs a little to greet him.
Raith was almost sick of the greeting. He would nod his head shyly to at least let them know he is accepting the greeting.
He sighed and leaned on the fra of the balcony while watching the people train. Hans was in front of them, instructing them.
Imdiately the brawny warrior saw him, he threw his hands into the air and waved. Raith sheepishly waved back and nodded.
’Seriously what in the world is wrong with this people.’
Raith at first was perplexed at the kind of characters they exhibited. Even though they were bandits, all of them seed too good natured. They were nice and almost had no faults. Very studious with respect and love.
But they were soulless.
’How is it even possible for them to have emotions. It should be impossible for a vessel without soul to have emotions.’
Raith thought about it but there was no answer he could arrive to.
These ones had emotions, however they didn’t have a soul, no one can deal soul damage to them, they are immune to it, even if their vessel is shattered...
At that mont Raith paused and leaned away from the fra of the balcony.
’Wait... what happens when their body gets damaged beyond repair.’
If they were soulless wouldn’t that an their vessel destruction should be the end of their life. That ans they can die? Was that really it?
Yet they’ve lived for several centuries... Raith felt there was more to it. Their vessels... if not, might be the strongest thing about them.
Just as he was in deep thoughts, the sound of a mighty horn rang out, filling the entire area with its honk, Raith felt like his eardrums were going to burst.
Everyone began to gather around as the horn blew, while Raith wondered what was wrong. At first he thought that the sky lord was going to attack. But that wasn’t the case...
Seeing the smiles on these people face, that definitely wasn’t the case.
Raith stopped one of the ladies that was going down the stairs to ask.
"What is going on? What was that on for and why is everyone so happy."
The lady bowed and joyfully responded to him:
"The bounty hunters, they are back. That is why everyone is so happy to see them return."
Raith nodded his head. Not what he expected but it was a great thing regardless.
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