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"What are you saying?" "I’m going to use the Soul-Sunder," Micah whispered, lifting the obsidian blade. "It can sever a soul without killing the body. I’m going to cut the Heir out of your spirit and pull it into mine. I’ll be the vessel. I’ll take the King into the dark with me." "You’ll die," Rhea said, her eyes wide with horror. "If you take that thing into you... it will burn you from the inside out." "I’m already burning," Micah replied with a sad, bitter smile. "At least this way, the fire serves a purpose."

said Belphegor. "Belphegor said that if you eat souls, you can strengthen your soul, my lord!" said Abyss. "Is that so? Well, it is worth a try, thank you for bringing them to me," said Chaos, as he quickly raised his claws towards the souls and generated a large spectral claw made of Spectral Attack and Chaos Magic, which he named Spectral Chaos Claw, a special magic-made claw that could expand and grab things with ease. They grabbed the souls and quickly began to slurp them like noodles…

But the overwhelming, mischievous Xiao he never expected to see once again. Xiao, the Soulwaker was a good Queen back then. And he knows that Xiao, the Human is also a person with heart. He knows that very well. But because their bodies are now one, their minds and souls are syncing with each other, one would like to overpower the other. And in this case, it’s the Soulwaker who would do things to the extreme. The8 was no longer surprised when things went haywire. He knows, himself, that Xiao the Soulwaker is really ambitious and powerful. She would easily overcome a human’s will and strength even though Xiao wasn’t a weakling at all. He already had seen this coming. One day, there’ll be a ti

Starsoul's words were very enticing, and when the King of Killers thought of the scene, he had goosebumps all over his skin. In any case, he was the king of world killers. Even if he were to die, he could not suffer such humiliation. Star Soul Evil Spirit smiled and said, “Don’t worry, of course I won’t do this to you. I will successfully dissect you and then throw you into the salt water to slowly heal your wounds. After that, I will cut your wounds open and throw you back into the salt water again. This process will let you taste what is called a fate worse than death!”

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma

This person was never mentioned in the talk he had with the village chief, with a slight accusing undertone directed towards Gregar, Zark asked in a low voice. "... Who is he?" “According to what I hear, he was the champion of a tournament held in the past, which was used to determine the King's personal guard, along with the new King Soul Bearer. He is currently a direct subordinate of the King and leads a group of elite soldiers, known as the Royal Guard. " "What is the King Soul?" “It is a mythical magic sword, one of the four treasures of the Kingdom; it is said that whoever is worthy of carrying the four treasures will have enough power to challenge a Demon King "

His Aura cultivation — the force that the empire's strongest warriors spent lifetimes refining — had reportedly reached a level that his senior generals were reluctant to quantify because quantifying it required standing close enough to feel it, and none of them enjoyed doing that. He was seventeen now. I was ten. I knew this also: I had not stopped thinking about the golden threads. Three years, and the feeling behind my sternum had not dimmed. If anything it had done the opposite — sharpened, clarified, become something less like sensation and more like certainty. I had no framework for what Soul Sight was. The term existed somewhere in the old texts I had started teaching myself to read,

“Why is he alive and still young when I was executed for his murder?” “Your mate escaped Hell.” My nostrils flared. In the years I’d been stuck in my shit hole of a cell, people had tried to break out. Some old bastard had convinced a bunch of gullible souls to stitch themselves together to create a being of immense power. I think it was called a soul king or something similar. It hadn’t worked. The combined spirits had torn apart a bunch of pit demons, and I had seen my tormentors ripped to shreds and tossed into the lake of lava. But lightning had filled the air and dismantled the soul king, ending that particular escapade.