"You passed, Sylvia said with her voice a bit disheartened.
By now you've felt it, although your mimicking was crude and sloppy, it still held the essence. Do you really want to learn something that puts you at the edge of falling each time, you might have passed. But do you truly want to learn this. The. choice is yours..."
Night didn't respond, he just stayed still staring at the corpse.
I thought i was the only one hurt and broken inside. But, was i wrong from the start. Was i ignoring all the sorrow that everyone kept in their hearts.
Am sorry.
My senses went blank as i fell down. The overwhelming fatigue filled me to the very brink.
---
When i opened my eyes, i was met with a familiar sight, dark roses and a lightless space. I knew it, the familiarity i felt the very first time the hex brought me here.
It was my soul point.
Just like how it sounded, it was a point where a seeker could see their soul's visual world. Its a place created from the essence of the soul, it wasn't the soul but like a shell of it. But, it could only be entered either with the help of he hex or with awakening by returning into the real world.
Neither of the two conditions were met, so it felt like a mistake. A sphere of light floated by, he raised his hand to touch it, and the next moment it unraveled into the Librarian's lost journal.
I was right, but the question was, why was i here.
Runes popped up, along with the hex's voice:
[A task as appeared]
[Free the chained soul]
[Reward:???]
---
Night woke up to an unusual sight, no trees but a clear sight of the setting sun at the ocean. He was resting on a cave, with a tunnel not far away frome him. He felt light, the unusual fatigue he felt after each battle didn't even bother him at that moment. Sylvia was at the edge of the water, watching the sun set.
"Its beautiful, isn't it".
"Yes, it is".
The conversation died with his reply, all he could do was sit up and summon his runes. Everything was practically the same except,
Whisper: [Guardian of the Abyssal Mourner]
[Guardian of the Abyssal Mourner]:
Description: A ? lost ?, ???
Traits- [Guarding soul], [Teary fog], [Weeping willow]
Rank- [Awakened]
Tier- IV
Without a thought, i summoned it. Water from the sea surged towards me, then slowly, the shape of the guardian, took form. Every inch of its body was stunningly formed out of the blue waters, as its Sapphire blue eyes emerged out of the last drops. It was complete.
Sylvia looked at me.
I walked towards it and touched its scales, my choice hadn't changed. I walked towards Sylvia.
"Make me your disciple".
A smirk, formed on her face,
"You truly are strange, alright night. I accept you as my disciple"
---
A week passed, and just as he thought it would be. His life became living hell.
Training until even his bones began to break was nothing short to describe his training.
Sylvia said in a shocking tone that day, that he was far to weak to continue using her art. The only option was training.
But that was something he never knew he would regret so much.
Struggling to remain afloat, night retracted his range as much as possible. The sun was barely out , and the water was terribly cold and heavy. He already swarm far away from land but it was nothing close to the finish land.
Trying to maintain that state only made him sink, more, but yet. He didn't give up.
Continuing with every ounce of energy in his body, he finally finished his training. By the time he was done, the sun was fully out. The mountain range was clearly visible.
"Your resilience was what makes me wonder, why you keep struggling. Anyway, since you managed to train a bit, i think its time i test you myself".
Out of nowhere, Sylvia drew her sword and lunged at him. In response, a dark blue darker, took form out of shadowy mist. He blocked, her strike, but couldn't totally block the force behind it.
He was lunged backward, but regained balance. The moment he did, he focused on his range. In the next moment, the guardian lunged out of his shadow. Sylvia was a little shocked, but easily countered it, clearly trying her best not to kill it.
But that was basically what he had in mind. He lunged at her, then switched stances. The moment he got close, the dagger got longer, but its hue reduced a bit. He struck her, but it snapped.
Sylvia was clearly fazed and night , was already used up half his stamina.
Sylvia kept her sword away. The look on her face changed. It was exactly the same as when he started training.
"You can't learn it", Sylvia said with a stern voice.
What!
"Its clear, from the first i met you. You were surprising weaker than your supposed to be. Your mind is at the brink of collapse and you body...."
So you mean, i can't learn it. Right?
"Its not that you can't, but learning it will either destroy you or lead you down a path of corruption".
"And regardless, you lack the key element to even learn any basic art. You are neither awakened, nor do you possess aen. "
So, what should i do.
At that point, night voice and mind were already cold. He thought back to what she said about his body, and then to what he forgot from the very start.
Even without getting chosen and becoming a seeker, he forgot....
Runes popped out of nowhere, as the hex rang;
[Seeker's state if mind is at its very limit]
[Partial conditions of been met]
[Contents of the existing task begins to unravel]
[Task as changed]
[Free the broken soul]
[Seeker's state is detiorating rapidly]
[Forced lock as been placed]
I felt a pull stronger than last time, as the strange runes popped out
. And then somehow. I was backed there again.
Inside my soul point.