"Aether Celestial."
I couldn't help but smile as I reached out my hand. The boy looked at my slender pale fingers and then grabbed onto them with his own hand.
This was the youngest an apostle has ever been since you normally awaken to aether through a class up, yet it doesn't seem like he's old enough to have one.
But, if he has had one, then not only does that mean he's talented, but he's hard-working and willing to follow through with essentially anything.
"Welcome, fellow Apostle."
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(Cyrus POV)
I smiled as the man spoke those ever-so-sweet words that continuously hung in my ears. I just couldn't get rid of them until we shook hands, and the corpse-like feeling of his flesh turned me off.
"Huh… what are-"
"Please do not worry about it. My body has long been destroyed, but my soul continues to live on through the Light God."
