Justice Soul Undertale Novels & Stories

‘The Soul Substitute Lotus Seed is a consumable item after all. It will be reduced per usage. ‘Fundamentally, it’s not a long-term solution.’ ‘Can it be replenished in... the Pool of Afterlife of the Underworld?’ The Underworld had gone to the nether realm along with Revealer Maha and Alex was unsure if his mother’s problem could be cured in the same way as Anna. Anna’s soul was broken, but its origins were still there, whereas his mother’s soul had permanently disappeared.

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. "Yes, you can cultivate here while I'll guard you." Theodore's statement made Soheila jumped from joy. "Under the acacia tree is the best place to cultivate, and the water of the lake is called 'Soul Water' with just a dip of this water, it would help you regain your spirit. It is splendid water for the cultivators who had injured their souls. However, if they used this all at the same time, they would die. The Soul Water could also heal your tired body. Go and cultivate." Theodore explained.

With his Mind's Eye, Lucas scanned his surroundings. He found out that there were quite a few Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen under the cave. He thought that perhaps the actual Underworld Stream was below him. Lucas' motive for coming to the Underworld Stream was to cause havoc, and it was obvious that he had not reached his destination yet. "Let's head down," said Lucas. Subsequently, Lucas took a leap and jumped into the bottomless abyss. The Apocalyptic Legion followed behind him.

I was surprised that my spell card was glowing with confidence. Dark Signer Mane Eight was amazed when suddenly I heard another voice “Big Bro!!!” I turned around and saw an Infected Rank 4 Earthbound Immortal Sucllka Posisuza “Tenta!!!” I shouted with amazement “thank god you’re okay Big Bro” said Tenta “you must be Tenta I’m Umbra, Arnold’s lover” said Umbra. She looked at my glowing card then looked at Umbra “yes I’m Tenta, Arnold’s Little Sister” she then looked at the glowing spell card holding on my hand “no way you’re holding my spell card” said Tenta with a surprised tone “okay, I’ll end my turn. It’s your move Dark Signers” I said with a taunting voice “right I draw!!” Dark Sign Rai

In an instant, he was inside Two's Soul Scape. The Soul Scape was an immaterial Dimension inside one's self. Adding Ion Energy into it, allowed it to turn corporeal once the Cultivator reached the Correct Realm to do so. Better than carrying any pouches or sacks for that matter. But since it was connected to one's soul the destruction of the Soul would destroy all the items inside. It also required the nurturing of Ion Energy.

The luminescent unity within their united souls had become a beacon of celestial enlightenment, guiding them towards new astral horizons where the cosmic forces awaited their awakened senses. The Astral Oracle, with a celestial smile, conveyed that their journey was far from over. The ethereal nexus, now infused with the luminescent energies of their united souls, had become a celestial conduit—a bridge between mortal realms and the infinite expanse of the astral dimensions. The Astral Oracle encouraged them to explore the boundless territories that awaited, for each step in the cosmic odyssey would unravel new layers of celestial wisdom.

I opened my lips to demand an explanation, but before I could speak, Alpha Orion continued, “The gods have set Andronika to this test, and Freyja herself has set you to guard her back. “No.” Tristan was pallid.I’d rather fight my way through every clan in the Southern region than go that route.” “Which route?” I demanded. “What is this path you speak of?” Alpha Orion didn’t so much as look in my direction, but Tristan ’s gaze caught mine. “It’s called the Shazam of the Underworld. It’s a series of steps and tunnels that run inside the sheer edge of the mountain.” The concept of tunnels sent my pulse to thrumming, as I had little fondness for being underground, but I didn’t believe Tris

"He’s a mess, and he smells like a grave, but he’s alive. That’s more than most people get in this valley." "He doesn't have a soul, Runa," I choked out, the tears finally breaking through. "The Council... they didn't just break him. They emptied him." "Then we'll fill him back up," Sola said, her voice unusually firm. She reached into her pouch and pulled out a small, dried flower—a lavender sprig from the Deep Woods. "Our people have stories of the Hollowed. They say the soul doesn't leave; it just hides in the deepest shadows where the pain can’t reach it. We just have to go in and find it."

My hand moved instinctively, brushing a strand of hair from her face. I wasn’t supposed to touch her. I wasn’t supposed to be here. But just the thought of someone else claiming her, marking her... Drove me and my wolf mad. She could only be mine. Mine... and my brothers’. The shared soul that made us whole. That made us feel real. And just then… I felt it. Two presences behind me. Familiar. Unavoidable. I turned slowly, my body tense. There they were—two of my brothers.

“Clarissa…” The voice didn't sound masculine nor feminine. It also didn't feel like it was near or far. It wrapped around me like a shroud, its weight sinking into my skin. Jasmine growled low, pressing her body against my leg. I turned my face toward the sound though I had no eyes to meet it with. “Who are you?” “I am Ulmath,” the voice answered. “Spirit of grief. I keep memories and weave sorrow. You have come to me, and so you must pay the price.”