Feeling her senses suddenly stop working, Beatrice's eyes suddenly flashed open, and a moment later, a large frown appeared on Beatrice's face.
Looking at the enourmous black fog in front of her, a feeling of extreme familiarity emerged in Beatrice's mind, causing her to suddenly think of something.
"Is this my soul?" mumbled Beatrice as she stared at the black fog, before beginning to walk closer and closer to it, stretching out her hand.
But the moment the very tip of Beatrice's finger entered the immaterial Dark Fog, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Suddenly, Beatrice let out a high pitch scream before slowly but surely retracting her now trembling hand away from the dark fog
After seeing that her hand was far enough away from the fog, Beatrice slowly sat down, staring at her hands.
Only after a few minutes had passed, did Beatrice's hands completely stop shaking, causing her to get up from her bed and stare at her room around her.
"Bring me some water," said Beatrice as she sat back down back on her bed, causing William to suddenly jump up from his chair at high speed.
As she waited for William to bring her a glass of water, thoughts swirled within Beatrice's mind, as she replayed the scene that had just happened inside of her mind over and over again, trying her best to notice any details.
Although Beatrice did not have much time, nor did she have much experience in this area, the moment her finger touched her soul, alongside the extreme pain, Beatrice discovered something else, something which she was completely sure of, the answer to the question she had posed mere minutes ago.
"This is too much of a coincidence, something more must be up here," mumbled Beatrice as she suddenly stretched out her hand out picked up the glass of water William had got her.
Something like thinking of a difficult question, and obtaining the answer merely a few minutes later was an extremely unlikely event, so much so, that Beatrice was almost sure that someone had interfered in it.
But although coincidences were rare, they still happened, and right now, Beatrice had no evidence to prove her conjecture, as such, she could only put these thoughts in the back of her mind.
'I shouldn't overthink things,' thought Beatrice as she stopped thinking about coincidences, returning back to her original topic, as a pen and notebook suddenly floated towards her.
"It seems like the soul itself decides a mage's affinity," mumbled Beatrice, thinking about how extremely dark her very own soul felt.
Even though Beatrice could not prove it, she knew that a mere affinity could not transform her soul into what it was today.
Although it was her own soul, Beatrice could not actually describe what she had sensed when she had touched it, if she compared it to the night sky, Beatrice felt like the sky was countless times lighter than her soul.
It was as if Beatrice's soul was comprised of pure darkness, or at least that was what Beatrice could feel with her extremely limited power.
Suddenly, a certain Idea popped up into Beatrice's mind, being seemingly glued inside of it.
"If I could transform someone's soul, couldn't I then transform their affinity?" mumbled Beatrice as he eyes brightened, causing her to suddenly write this down in her notebook.
At the same time, while Beatrice was making theories and writing them down into her notebook, someone else was also making discoveries.
...
Looking at the ruins below him, Andrick Solovan's mouth gaped wide open.
"How in the world could someone build such a city here?" asked Andrick as he gazed at the city, which was at least five kilometers long and more than ten kilometers wide.
But this was not what surprised Andrick the most, rather, what caused him the most shock was how advanced the city looked.
Dozens of stone towers, each of them hundreds of meters tall littered the city, with an extremely tall tower at the center, which seemed several times taller than even these, at the same time something else caught Andrick's eye, the perfection that was the edge of the city.
Unlike normal cities, this city was actually a perfect circle, unlike anything Andrick had ever seen.
While Andrick stared at the city, an unknown sense of familiarity seemed to emerge in him, but as he was focused on the city, he completely ignored it, at the same time he was completely blind to the smoke that emerged from behind him, even as it swallowed him whole.
A few moments after swallowing Andrick whole, the smoke slowly transformed into a person, Selena, the Witch of Death.
...
"At least this place looks relatively safe," mumbled Selena as she stared at the city in front of her with a frown on her face, as an extreme feeling of familiarity emerged inside of her.
But unlike Andrick, a mage apprentice who did not truly trust his instinct, as soon as she felt that feeling, Selena's eyes began scouring the city from a distance, looking for things that seemed off, looking for clues.
Sadly, after a few minutes of watching from a distance did not seem to find anything familiar, prompting her to take in a deep breath before once again transforming into dark smoke.
...
As Selena walked through the streets of the city, her eyes couldn't help but wonder around, looking at both the architecture of the city, as well as searching for anything suspicious.
After she had walked through the city for around five minutes, Selena cautiously walked up to a nearby house, having raised her cautiousness to it's limit.
Opening the door to the house, Selena was greeted by to very familiar things, as well as something rather more unfamiliar.
"A mage, anger, and demon fought here?" mumbled Selena as she stared at the three skeletons in front of her.
Although she was not as familiar with anger skeletons as she was with humans and demons, the wings on the back of the skeleton quickly gave away it's identity.
Feeling her senses suddenly stop working, Beatrice's eyes suddenly flashed open, and a moment later, a large frown appeared on Beatrice's face.
Looking at the enourmous black fog in front of her, a feeling of extreme familiarity emerged in Beatrice's mind, causing her to suddenly think of something.
"Is this my soul?" mumbled Beatrice as she stared at the black fog, before beginning to walk closer and closer to it, stretching out her hand.
But the moment the very tip of Beatrice's finger entered the immaterial Dark Fog, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Suddenly, Beatrice let out a high pitch scream before slowly but surely retracting her now trembling hand away from the dark fog
After seeing that her hand was far enough away from the fog, Beatrice slowly sat down, staring at her hands.
Only after a few minutes had passed, did Beatrice's hands completely stop shaking, causing her to get up from her bed and stare at her room around her.
"Bring me some water," said Beatrice as she sat back down back on her bed, causing William to suddenly jump up from his chair at high speed.
As she waited for William to bring her a glass of water, thoughts swirled within Beatrice's mind, as she replayed the scene that had just happened inside of her mind over and over again, trying her best to notice any details.
Although Beatrice did not have much time, nor did she have much experience in this area, the moment her finger touched her soul, alongside the extreme pain, Beatrice discovered something else, something which she was completely sure of, the answer to the question she had posed mere minutes ago.
"This is too much of a coincidence, something more must be up here," mumbled Beatrice as she suddenly stretched out her hand out picked up the glass of water William had got her.
Something like thinking of a difficult question, and obtaining the answer merely a few minutes later was an extremely unlikely event, so much so, that Beatrice was almost sure that someone had interfered in it.
But although coincidences were rare, they still happened, and right now, Beatrice had no evidence to prove her conjecture, as such, she could only put these thoughts in the back of her mind.
'I shouldn't overthink things,' thought Beatrice as she stopped thinking about coincidences, returning back to her original topic, as a pen and notebook suddenly floated towards her.
"It seems like the soul itself decides a mage's affinity," mumbled Beatrice, thinking about how extremely dark her very own soul felt.
Even though Beatrice could not prove it, she knew that a mere affinity could not transform her soul into what it was today.
Although it was her own soul, Beatrice could not actually describe what she had sensed when she had touched it, if she compared it to the night sky, Beatrice felt like the sky was countless times lighter than her soul.
It was as if Beatrice's soul was comprised of pure darkness, or at least that was what Beatrice could feel with her extremely limited power.
Suddenly, a certain Idea popped up into Beatrice's mind, being seemingly glued inside of it.
"If I could transform someone's soul, couldn't I then transform their affinity?" mumbled Beatrice as he eyes brightened, causing her to suddenly write this down in her notebook.
At the same time, while Beatrice was making theories and writing them down into her notebook, someone else was also making discoveries.
...
Looking at the ruins below him, Andrick Solovan's mouth gaped wide open.
"How in the world could someone build such a city here?" asked Andrick as he gazed at the city, which was at least five kilometers long and more than ten kilometers wide.
But this was not what surprised Andrick the most, rather, what caused him the most shock was how advanced the city looked.
Dozens of stone towers, each of them hundreds of meters tall littered the city, with an extremely tall tower at the center, which seemed several times taller than even these, at the same time something else caught Andrick's eye, the perfection that was the edge of the city.
Unlike normal cities, this city was actually a perfect circle, unlike anything Andrick had ever seen.
While Andrick stared at the city, an unknown sense of familiarity seemed to emerge in him, but as he was focused on the city, he completely ignored it, at the same time he was completely blind to the smoke that emerged from behind him, even as it swallowed him whole.
A few moments after swallowing Andrick whole, the smoke slowly transformed into a person, Selena, the Witch of Death.
...
"At least this place looks relatively safe," mumbled Selena as she stared at the city in front of her with a frown on her face, as an extreme feeling of familiarity emerged inside of her.
But unlike Andrick, a mage apprentice who did not truly trust his instinct, as soon as she felt that feeling, Selena's eyes began scouring the city from a distance, looking for things that seemed off, looking for clues.
Sadly, after a few minutes of watching from a distance did not seem to find anything familiar, prompting her to take in a deep breath before once again transforming into dark smoke.
...
As Selena walked through the streets of the city, her eyes couldn't help but wonder around, looking at both the architecture of the city, as well as searching for anything suspicious.
After she had walked through the city for around five minutes, Selena cautiously walked up to a nearby house, having raised her cautiousness to it's limit.
Opening the door to the house, Selena was greeted by to very familiar things, as well as something rather more unfamiliar.
"A mage, anger, and demon fought here?" mumbled Selena as she stared at the three skeletons in front of her.
Although she was not as familiar with anger skeletons as she was with humans and demons, the wings on the back of the skeleton quickly gave away it's identity.
