Novel & Cerita The Soul Of Man

“He died on his own. As if he swallowed poison, or someone forced him to.” Corvin crouched beside the body, pale eyes narrowing at the gold tint still fading from the man’s irises. Theon pushed through the crowd, robes fluttering. He knelt, pressing his hand to the corpse’s brow. Then he recoiled. “What is it?” Corvin asked. Theon swallowed. “Sire… this man does not have a natural soul.” The hall grew deathly quiet. Elowen’s skin crawled. “That’s not possible.” “It shouldn’t be,” Theon whispered. “But something puppet-like resides in him. Something directed. Something… crafted.”

chest. "A stress-test?" Leo’s voice was a dry rasp. "Seven billion lives. Three merged worlds. My father’s soul... my grandfather’s madness... it was all just a test to see if a soul could survive the 'Noise'?" "A soul must be tempered," the Designer replied, the ink of its form swirling like a nebula. "The previous versions of humanity were too stable. They were beautiful, but they were static. They could not evolve beyond their programming. I needed a template for a Second Creation—a humanity that could thrive on the edge of its own destruction."

For my soul. For my woman.

the man ordered me. And my body obliged again. But, why is it that my body and soul weren't telling me the same notion? Who am I really?

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

He detected a hint of accent but wasn’t sure what it was. “It is believed,” he went on, “that the soul—your soul, friends—is connected to the body by a thin, invisible line. And when these clay pots of ours ‘break’, or give out . . . ” The old man thumped his torso with both fists. “ . . . when our springs and summers have flown, and when the bleak winter of our life grows colder and these clay pots doth break—” He struck himself sharply a second time, and the hollow echo of it and of his voice hung frozen in the air a moment. “—once that invisible silver cord is severed, we cannot get back. Ever. The separation of spirit from flesh becomes final. In a word: we die.”

His grandmother had said that it had been what had helped her come to the acceptance that she would never have emotions, the things she said made up the soul; the one thing that cannot be faked. The soul, she had said, was the one thing needed for any good artist. One could not simply play a song and affect people with it. It was what made the great minstrels of history. While some inspired the few, others inspired the many. The pieces were made of soul and took soul to replicate. Thus, the greater the piece, the greater the soul.

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.

Garin asked. “Many have faced us and they thought that freedom and peace were associated with Life but ended up dying because what makes what isn’t based on one particular entity. Your choice to live or die depends on what lies within your heart, even the emotions and desires you bury deep inside that you can’t even see,” The white said again. “The soul is a mirror that reflects your desires but rather than see what you want, you see what you don’t want and a misconception of what is needed for completion sprouts up in your mind, leaving you to doubt your basic instincts and desires,” The red said as well.