Epic Of The Demonic Sage Chapter 88
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Lucius's soul was also trembling right now and a thin layer of soul essence was the only thing keeping it from getting damaged.
The symbols that had just appeared started to rain down onto the incomplete hell imprint. What Lucius was doing right now was basically throwing everything at the hell imprint and waiting for the right one to stick.
~WEENG~
Suddenly one of the symbols reacted with the hell imprint and joined fully.
~shua~
The progress that had been stuck at 90% rushed ahead at breakneck speed as the imprint finally completed.
~humm~
The hell imprint trembled as it met the layer of soul essence that was surrounding Lucius's soul as a protective barrier.
"Let's hope this one really works…" Lucius muttered before dispelling the soul essence barrier.
The Hell imprint thus descended and stuck to the left side of the chest of Lucius's soul. It was right where his heart was and it looked like it was being covered by the hell imprint.
"Ssss~" Lucius hissed in pain as the Hell imprint attached to his soul.
The process was quite painful as it was joining the soul to a dimension that was an unknown distance away. Some pain was bound to happen in the process and Lucius had experienced it before as well.
He soldiered on and finally got through the entire thing.
~humm~
The hell imprint finally settled on Lucius's soul, and everything stabilized.
"It… is… done…" Lucius muttered between his breaths.
He was incredibly tired and could not hold back anymore. He left the soul space and returned to his body, before collapsing into his bed. He had no idea how much time had passed by then and only wanted to rest for now.
Lucius entered deep sleep and had many dreams during it. He saw demons and the hell dimensions. He saw the demons fighting and the fires of hell seething. The demonic energies and mana swirled everywhere as they powered the beings of that world.
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Unknown to him, the hell imprint had appeared over his body in the real world too. There it started to thrum with power before releasing crimson strands of energy from it. These strands of energy trailed along Lucius's body.
The energy touched Lucius's body and suddenly felt some resistance. From Lucius's body, milky white energy emanated.
It was this milky white energy that had stopped the crimson energy. The two energies clashed and tried to overcome each other but were unable to… they were equally matched. This seemed to have infuriated the hell imprint as it suddenly enlarged and tried to absorb the Milky White Energy into itself.
~shua~
The conflict between the two energies got worse and Lucius's body was now getting affected. Black spots started appearing on it due to the collateral damage caused by the two energies.
~groan~
Lucius let out a pain filled grunt due to this but could not wake up. The dream he was in had fully trapped him inside.
In the dream, Lucius saw two large armies fighting with each other. On one side was the great army of demons, while on the other sided was an army of knights. Lucius could not see what the knight looked like as they were covered fully in armor, but he could recognize the various demons as he had seen them during his journey through the worlds.
Just when the clash of the two armies was getting to the climax, the army of knights suddenly decided to retreat and disappeared.
In the real world, the milky white energy which had been fighting the crimson energy from the hell imprint stopped doing it once the black spots started to appear on Lucius's body. It entered his body, and the black spots started to heal.
After a few seconds, they all disappeared by the crimson energy had also taken advantage of this to enter his body.
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Inside the soul space, one could see that Lucius's soul was glowing in two colors. One was a milky white color and the other the crimson red color. The milky white color was coming from the symbol of 'Nexus' on his back, while the crimson color was coming from the hell imprint on his chest.
The two colors intertwined before root like appendages raised from the hell imprint. These roots spread through Lucius's translucent soul and reached for the pattern that was on his back. This was his 'gift' Nexus itself.
The roots attacked the symbol, gaining easy entry to it as it could not resist anymore. More and more roots joined up with the symbol of the nexus, before it was fully covered with them. Slowly a change could be seen in the symbol of nexus.
From its previews Milky white color, it slowly started to become red. But it was not the crimson red of the hell imprint's energy, rather it was a much lighter red like that of the sky during sunset. Once it was fully changed to light red, the hell imprint calmed down and returned to the surface of the chest.
In the real world, the hell imprint which was enlarged also faded away into thin air, leaving no trace behind.
~Creek~
But the moment it disappeared, the door of the bedroom also opened.
"Asher?" The voice of Kiana could be heard.
She stepped into the bedroom, wanting to check up on Asher who had not woken up for a long time now.
"Asher are you okay, it's already past noon," Kiana said as she saw him lying on the bed on his back.
She came closer and saw his face that was covered in sweat and his clothes that were drenched in sweat as well. Kiana suddenly felt like something was bad and touched the forehead of Asher.
"Huh? He doesn't have a fever either… why is he sweating so much then, the weather is not hot either?" Kiana wondered.
She tried to shake Asher a few times, but he gave no response. It was evident that the sleep he was in had grasped him tightly. Kiana's eyes then wandered to the books that were spread around near the bed and the study table before she realized something.
"This man… did he spend all night reading?"
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