Chase was falling once again...
"EVERY DAMN TIME!"
He yelled as the two forces battled above him, he couldn't help but watch in awe as he plummeted to the ground.
Lithica unleashed a powerful beam of light that pushed the dragon back about two hundred feet from the sheer force of its might.
Chase closed his eyes, and concentrated as hard as he could.
'Parachute maybe? What the hell is a parachute? Never mind just make something.'
He focused, forming flames on his back into what he could only see as a blinding amount of flames.
But his descent slowed, and that was all that he needed.
His self explosion had not done much to his mentor, in fact Chase had learned something that he should have already figured.
'Well no wonder he is immune to flames...'
Zephyr is a dragon devil from the underworld, he practically slept in a bed made of flames.
'Eh, Curse it.'
As he slowly landed on the ground, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to capture that same feeling that he was able to reach in the mines.
However, nothing happened.
'Screw it...'
He took Hero's Fang and clutched it close to his arm, slicing the edge of his forearm swiftly.
The pain was nothing, but he his brain started to ache.
Then everything went black...
He woke up in that same crimson lake of blood.
Standing there he glanced around with an unusual sense of purpose.
"How do I trigger it?"
He asked the voice that he knew was watching.
"You don't..."
"The hell you mean I dont?"
He looked around, trying to find the exact position of the voice.
"I am not actually here, you know?"
The feminine voice said amusingly.
"Whatever, tell me how to use Soul Sight..."
Chase demanded.
"Why?"
The voice chuckled, but a hint of dread was hidden in her tone, some mysterious fear that made her not want to tell him at all.
"Because I am not strong enough, I cannot kill Rider like I am now, and I cannot be this heir everyone keeps calling me, if I can't even fight on par with my own teammates."
The voice was silent.
Then the world began to shift, and the water turned to a crimson sand that shifted around endlessly.
Faces tried to escape the sand but were held back by some unknown force.
"You wish to be stronger? You wish to kill Rider and avenge Leander? But is there something long term you want? Because no one said that you have to be an heir..."
Chase knelt down, and watched the faces scream from underneath the sand. It was terribly agonizing to watch, and made him want to vomit at the sheer sight of such monstrosities.
"What do you mean I don't have to be an heir?"
The voice boomed with laughter.
"Can you tell me what this place is?"
Chase frowned.
"It's the underworld, this place that I am supposed to be searching for... But I don't even know why, I haven't known anything. I've been blind my entire life, and only been given choices on to kill or not to kill. I want to know why everything that has happened happened, and why everything that is going to happen will happen..."
The voice scoffed.
"Well spoken..."
Chase stood up, and turned around, gazing at the black spiral castle that stood on the tallest chasm of the crimson world around him.
"This is home...?"
He asked, feeling shivers run down his arms.
"Good observation, and while I would say that it is home, and that you have several people awaiting your grand return, I ask that you forget coming here anytime soon. I do not want to see you yet, as it is not time. Zephyr can be childish and want to rush things, however there is no need to rush. Have you ever heard the saying... The finest of flowers bloom with patience and extreme care?"
"Who are you?"
Chase's empty eye sockets narrowed and green light began to shine from their abyss.
"You will learn in due time... However, you do not have time to stay weak. This world is vast, and there are hundreds of people that would like to see you beheaded in the grand kingdom of Orion... So I ask for the first and last time..."
Chase began to see green flames take shape around his body, leaving his mouth agape in awe as they formed countless soldiers made of only fire.
"Who do you want to be Chase?"
He summoned his sword, which he didn't think that it would work originally, but inside of this pocket dimension of sorts, he seemed to have more influence than he had originally expected.
"I want... I want to build my own home... I want to rebuild the things that were destroyed... I want to be a king that my friends and family can rely on, and I do not want to stop there. I want to learn everything there is about Vallmora, and beyond... I want to make the worlds right, and I want to stop people from being hurt."
He steadied himself, gripping the handle of Hero's Fang.
"Good... These flames are known as one of the six pillars of hell. There is the flame of the soul, the flame of the heart, the flame of the mind, the flame of the fury, and the flame of the catalyst... Just as there are the natural elements of humanity, these flames are the natural elements of the underworld, which is a far greater dominion then humans could ever know..."
The soldiers made of green flames began to move toward him in a slow marching formation.
"But these flames... Are yours, by inheritance and by choice... They are the flames of chaos when made whole, and the sixth and final one is the flame of curses... And it lies green and buried within all humans. But you... This is your affinity."
"M- My affinity..."
The words sounded wrong, yet so so right...
He gazed on at the constructs approaching him. They were not his flames, not yet. He knew what she was saying.
He could not leave the sea of the soul until he had killed all of the constructs and made his powers his own.
"Right?"
He asked, knowing full well that most devils were able to see inside of someone's mind.
"Right..."
He pressed his feet into the ground, and launched himself into the air letting the wind of the pocket dimension build up around him, echoing throughout his mind, as his father's vibrant orange flames began to build up around his body.
His sword came down before he did, striking through the skull of the first construct...