Body Without A Soul 소설 & 이야기

My path of devotion passed through him. My body was floating in the burning black space where nothing was left to see like my life. It was the perfect definition of me; nothing to lose, nothing to gain. It was completely empty. I felt quite comfortable there. I didn’t need to face the world where he wasn’t nor have to force myself to breathe where his fragrance weren’t mingled. There was just me, nothing else. Out of nowhere, my bodiless consciousness felt burning. Temperature was rising continuously as I was on fire. It would be better if it was. What's the need for such a body if he wasn’t there for me? He didn’t leave alone; he took my reason to live with him.

'She' said. "One by one, you followed everything up as it should be. Even your long time enemy who you had changed into a beast to wonder the face of the earth thought that he was going to have his revenge. Little did he know that we were only using him. And now he is dead and gone." 'She' said. "As beasts do not have souls." I said, completing her words. "And how about that herbal woman? I just laughed at her naive behavior. She hadn't even suspected a thing." 'She' said and laughed out loudly.

That was his soul. In metaphysics, it is said that everyone in the world has a soul, but for ordinary people, their souls are firmly attached to their physical bodies. The soul will pass away with the body when it dies. When a person becomes a Demigod, their state of mind transforms into a soul. This state of mind is also the same as the soul, since it is also firmly attached to the Demigod’s body. If no special method was used, the soul of a Demigod would generally vanish after death. The Specter magic enabled people to foresee the existence of their soul in order to refine it and, eventually, achieve the effect of separating their soul from their physical body.

"Shall we get over to the next place? The whole point of the mission gave me a headache. A painful headache that you have no idea how to get rid of, you can't cut your head off just because you wanted to cure your headache! Although I wished I could just fill that, only if I wouldn't die. You know that feeling, when wish you could just stop something but you dare not stop. You see, there's a certain level of tiredness that equates to insanity; for me it was when I'd like to temporarily dislocate my spirit from my body, as if I could ask the universe to take me out for just a short while, let my soul go wherever souls go to be. I'm a fairly

His body was shivering as though he was standing in the blistering cold instead of the hot dry land and walked over to the circle, glaring daggers at the demon trapped within. Suit rolled his eyes exaggeratedly at Anderson. “Of course, it’s not physical. However, just because it’s your soul does not mean it cannot affect your physical self.” Suit patiently explained while completely ignoring the angry glare from Anderson. Anderson looked unconvinced at the demon trapped in the circle, as if he only believed he was being lied to and tricked again. Suit huffed in annoyance. “The mind, body and soul are all connected. Neither can properly function without either. Your mind bears your consciousn

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

I was having a hard time staring at him too close like this, a stream of coldness seeping into my veins. "You are not sure of yourself, or are you? If you want to fight against people, you have to have a clear stand by owning up to and knowing your soul." "Aren't you the one with no soul? You're saying...this to me? And..?"I scrambled for words, my voice breaking up. "Listen, it has only been recorded that people with no soul, feelings or whatsoever are heartless, simply wicked and I know my mother is just the definition of that.

A long time ago, James tore his soul apart and fused it with his physical body. Theoretically speaking, he would not die as long as his physical body existed. In the new universe, he suffered a devastating blow, and his life came to an end. Meanwhile, a huge portion of his soul disappeared with only a tiny fragment remaining inside his physical body. As his physical body had lost all signs of life, his soul did not appear. So, even a Macrocosm Ancestral God did not detect the presence of his hidden soul.

Merilyn nodded, eyes filled with a haunted sadness. "And do you know the most tragic part?" Her voice was raw now. "Our souls are...everything. The very essence of our being. They ground us, keep our beasts in check, maintain our sanity, and so much more. A bond is an intertwining of souls. without a soul, one has no hope of ever finding a bondmate. No hope of ever knowing that connection. One would never recognize their Soulbond even if she miraculously appeared, and worst of all…” Merilyn stopped, fresh tears trailing down her chin. “Without a soul, one will go feral eventually. There is no stopping it. It is only a matter of time."

How ridiculous! They had ruined me altogether, leaving me with only a battered life that was slowly slipping away. I curled into myself, trying to keep warm. Tears fell silently onto my body. I didn't know where I was. And even if I did, I had no means of moving. All I could do was wait for death to claim me. As the end neared, images from my past flashed through my mind. But I wasn't ready to die yet. Not like this, at least!