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I said and went upstairs, to my chamber. Aish! "Hey, dude. Someone is getting on your mind! I can see it," a stranger's spirit said and smiled. He's one of those spirits that wasn't easy to catch and choke. I kept experimenting on how to catch him, but in the end, I was the one who ended up giving in. I'm sure I'll be able to catch him. "Go away, you crazy creature," I replied. "Just say it, I'll be your listener. Go on," he said.

I said to myself, "Oh, and before I leave, could I also get a chance to try that special advancement test?" He laughed for a bit, and answered, "I thought you wouldn't ask…" * * * "So, let me make it clear, you, Ms. Luvia and Hannah are actually beings called spirits?" Valhalla spoke particularly to Liliana. Liliana gave her a condescending look, and expressed a mischievous grin, "Well, spirits are actually just a failsafe term, but to be more specific we are the fragments of Morality that just happened to inherit some sort of consciousness."

I ask as my eyes land on a mark on Eli. Tracing my fingers over what looks like a fresh wound on his chest right above his heart. ‘You don’t have to talk out loud. I can hear you just fine in our head…. And to answer your question. I am your spirit.’ Getting confused I slide off of Eli, not wanting to wake him up as a shiver of fear races up my spine. ‘My spirit, what is that? Like my wolf spirit? But I have never heard of anyone being able to talk to their wolf spirits before.’ I say in my mind wondering if she will really be able to hear me.

I assure him softly, brushing my thumbs over his skin rhythmically. He draws in a deep breath. “It’s working.” “What other spirits are you seeing?” I try to keep my eyes pinned to his face, instead of letting them drift as if I can see them all around us, listening in to our conversation, probably whispering about me and how a Demon shouldn't be with an Angel-blood. Just like Atari. “There’s a young boy, who tells me incoherent stories. He likes to gossip, to tell me what others are saying when they are out of my earshot. He’s one of the only ones I can communicate with," Kastriv explains slowly.

I was sure I was in the woods because of the earthy scents and the rustling of leaves, and I felt the softness of the ground under my feet. “I don’t mean to hurt you.” One moment, she was a glowing wolf, and now, she was a big white wolf standing before me. Wait. Did it just talk to me in my head? “Oh. Who are you?” My voice still trembled. “I’m one of many spirits.” I chuckled, swatting my hand. “Right. A female wolf spirit is talking in my head.”

I half-joked, hoping for some cosmic clarity. The guide's eyes sparkled with cosmic amusement. "Not gossip, but a profound exchange of energies. The astral dialogues resonate with the essence of your souls, connecting you to the cosmic symphony," they replied, their words a harmonious blend in the astral dialogues. In the dance of astral dialogues, emotions flowed freely, like the cosmic winds weaving through our celestial encounter. "Do these astral dialogues ever reveal surprises? Like, cosmic plot twists or unexpected turns?" I inquired, genuinely curious about the unpredictability of the astral tapestry.

"I see you are a distracting spirit and you aim to make me not to remember and connect with my past but you can't stop me." She closed her eyes once more and started chanting some hidden words but nothing was working. "You can't use your powers while I'm here," the laughing voices said in one voice and continued laughing. I can do it she murmured, closed her eyes, and this time connected with her past and lost consciousness. "Noo" the laughing voices screamed and the sound of their laughter stopped. The blue parrot stopped in the front of a hill more than twenty-eight feet tall and turned back to the sexy damsel. "That's the hills of fire Logan."

She reached out her hand. The Spirit smirked. “No buts… as thank you for the entertainment… no payment is to be made.” And then the mischievous and unpredictable spirit disappeared. Luntian’s gaze went back to the monster. Now, as unfortunate as it is, all is up to her to cleanse the Soul of Luther. “Young man…” Luntian says, pleasantly surprised at how steady her voice is. “Listen to me, I can help you. I can help you enter the realm of the spirits peacefully, without pain.”

He was curious about the spirit. "Who are you?" Chase asked. "I'm the Book Immortal, Sect Master Chase. Ask me anything, and I'll answer you." The elderly spirit introduced himself to Chase. "Book Immortal? You're real?" Daintybells was surprised by this.

I asked. “I haven’t heard of it.” His voice was filled with mixed emotions and a bit of confusion, so I didn’t see any point in furthering the discussion. It was likely for the best that I understood what was going on with me, before bringing it to his attention. The last thing I needed was to alert him that I was crazy. He might send me to a head shrink or something. “If you are my wolf spirit, how can I talk to you?” I returned my attention to the one who called herself Asta.