The Boy Who Fought With Bones

"Aaaaaah", he kept on screaming and screaming for an indefinite amount of time as he kept on falling and falling.   The abyss he had disappeared into seemed to be infinitely deep and was completely pitch black. So dark that he couldn't he see his own hands.   As Raider kept on falling, the kids above ground had gathered around the spot where they had last seen him. However, there was no hole.   "Where could he have gone?", asked one of them.   "Was this trash able to cultivate after all?", suggested one of them.   "Nonsense. Let's go back and tell my father.", said the one who had been floating on puddles. He seemed to be the leader of this group.   As the kids ran back to the settlement at their fastest speeds, much faster than they had chased Raider, the latter was still falling into this abyss.   'What the *** is going on?', he asked h

Raider felt like it was the spirit of the skeleton, or maybe a soul that had possessed the skeleton after its death.   As the spirit congealed into a clear form, Raider could start to discern its features. It seemed like a human man, about thirty years old with a slender yet tall body. The man had long colourless hair, floating around even though there was no wind. His arms and legs were long and skinny and ended in long and thin extremities. He had no facial hair but extremely sharp eyes, nose and mouth. His expression was neutral yet seemed cold.   This man looked like an entity from the worst nightmares.   As the man took form, he opened his eyes with unconcealed joy. He gave the feeling of a kid receiving a present he had been dreaming of.   "Kid... I've been waiting for someone like you..." rejoiced the spirit in a raspy voice.   All of a sudden, it darted forward toward Rai

While falling to what he thought would be his death for an interminable amount of time, Raider's mind had really gone through a lot of twists and turns. Panic, relief, impatience, anger, he had gone through many states of mind. Mostly, he remembered his life. He asked himself: "What if?"   What if he was still with his parents? What if he was just another regular kid within the Clan? What if he could cultivate? What if he wasn't a slave?   He had played many scenarios in his head fuelled by the anticipation of death.   Seemingly knowing what was going through Raider's mind, the spirit interrupted his train of thought.   "Kid what's your name again?"   "Raider"   "Raider. I have one last way to change your destiny." the spirit paused meaningfully.   Raider was listening, waiting, hoping.   "Take me as your Master. Acce

"I said show yourself!!" boomed Soho with even more power than before.   Even the three on his side felt pain from the pressure of his voice.   Raider, on the other hand, still heard nothing. He could see that the Clan Chief was saying something but couldn't hear what it was.    After half a breath of time, Clan Chief Soho shot a meaningful look at Sander who in turn exchanged looks with the other two Stream Realm cultivators.    An instant later, the three of them flew out from behind Soho simultaneously and in coordinated trajectories. As they moved, they performed hand gestures in sync and each shot a large beam of water towards the wind-cloaked figure.   Before Raider could even react, the three beams of water slammed into what seemed to be a wall of wind. The water was scattered into mist which shrouded Raider in even more mystery.   Without ev