Out in the physical world, Crystet was trying to threaten Soul. Crystet stabbed a blade of light into Soul's chest, looking almost like he was one of those punching bags that you'd see in video games. However, he'd have been that one sandbag in the background that has all of the weapons still impaled into him. Soul's body slightly convulsed as you, Auth, left it behind. This confused Crystet, Sciat, Jude and Erald. It wasn't something they expected to see, but they prepared themselves just in case. This was because they were afraid that Soul would spontaneously combust. After all, it seems like something that Soul would do, giving his naturally sadistic nature a chance to shine proudly.
Soul and Aaron could now exchange places once again. "Your wish...has been granted...Crystet Artemi." Soul raspily spoke, his voice fading away. "Aaron is finally available to talk to you," Soul told Crystet as his body began to return to Aaron.
The black corruption that made up Soul's body peeled away from Aaron's face and went up into his eye, almost like Aaron's body was crying in reverse but without any of the other parts. It was just him sucking liquid back up into his eyes. It wasn't pleasant, and Aaron's body shivered more as he did it, seeming as if the vibrations themselves were what got this thing to work.
Aaron's skin began to reveal itself, his clothing also appearing with him. As the final pieces of corruption began to get dragged into his tear ducts, Soul let out a devilish smile, his expression turned in into one of insanity. This took up the entirety of Aaron's face for a split second. It was just quick enough so that his brain would register it. Crystet jumped back in horror, giving Soul the reaction that he wanted. This was the final thing he did. He then handed over the controls to Aaron.
"So, uh, what's this?" Aaron asked, signalling the swords of light. Crystet looked down at them in embarrassment, realising that he was currently impaling Aaron with those swords of light. "Ah, sorry about that, Aaron. I just wanted to make sure THAT monster didn't get to move around." Crystet responded, flicking his wrist and clearing the blades. "Well, there wasn't really any need for that, was there? After all, he was out on the deal of not intentionally harming or killing anyone. I can tell when he's lying and when he isn't." Aaron explained, snapping his fingers.
As the reverberated noise echoed around the cold, quiet Kingdom, Aaron's skin healed itself. It was almost like Aaron was cheating. He was, but he was just using his abilities to heal himself. Aaron didn't have a specific healing spell but instead used Boundless Telekinesis to revert his body to a previous state. This is how he could heal his body and how he could be theoretically immortal. That was if he decided to stay on this planet for more than a century.
"So, this Kingdom was a bust, although that might actually be a good thing. It would have been unfair if the only winners were Ice Wardens. After all, you did say that they were second only to Blood Wardens, and they apparently weren't restricted by the number limit of five. At least, the max that the humans, and presumably other races, decided on." Aaron commented, flicking his wrist again. This time it was just because he felt like doing it since his wrist was slightly sore. That usually helped him negate the pain. "So, should we go to a different Kingdom? Maybe one that YOU choose, Erald, considering that MY choice led us here." Aaron explained, giving Erald the full opportunity to send him to a place called hell.
"There is a Kingdom of Inhumans that are quite practised in long-range combat, such as bows and other ranged weapons like magic. Do you think that it would be wise to teleport to them? They're a race known as the Oliseras." Erald asked Aaron, who didn't have anything against what he said. "I mean, sure, but if we get assaulted upon landing, I will personally sacrifice you to them if they want it," Aaron explained, slowly walking over towards Erald with a grin on his face. "So, do you think that this Kingdom will be a better place to visit? Will it be like this frozen wasteland, where the monsters fling only ice and snow, but nothing otherwise?" Aaron taunted Erald, trying to see what reaction he would give.
"Do not worry. The Oliseras are much nicer than the Ice Wardens. Calmer as well. Unless, of course, you give them a reason to believe that you want to harm their city. They're very protective of their belongings, and their home counts in that." Erald responded, causing Aaron to laugh. "No, I'm not going to do something as cruel as forcefully taking their homes away. I've stated this before. I just want to host a friendly competition for everyone. If that means that I'm threatening them, then they can go ahead and attack me. After all, I'm pretty sure some regular arrows won't do much against my skin, and if any of you guys get targeted, I'll protect you." Aaron told them, finally sliding Tsuyukagiri back into its sheath, as he had either just forgotten to put it in or had taken it out while returning to his body.
"Whenever you guys are ready, we can go. I just want to make sure everybody knows where we are going and when. After all, I'm pretty sure nobody likes it when I teleport at random, giving no warning to what I'm doing." Aaron told them, causing Crystet and Sciat to sigh. They knew all too well what he was talking about, and Jude had experienced it recently, so they were glad that he noticed it.
"We can go whenever, Aaron. It's not like we're packing up to go on a holiday, so we'll be fine." Jude told Aaron, and everyone else there unanimously agreed.
"Alright then." Aaron briefly replied, going into Erald's memories by tapping him on the head. One area was pushed forward in Erald's mind as if he knew what to do. Aaron smiled and began to teleport to the area shown. It was an area of beautiful green grass, forests and blue skies.
"Three. Two. One." Aaron informed them, teleporting before he said zero. They disappeared from the snow Kingdom, and the second they left, angry piles of snow began building up. They quivered in rage as they looked upon their dusted comrades. "This means war." One of them whispered angrily, dust clinging to their snowy skin.