A golden ball of light moved towards a gloomy, dark valley. He hovered there for a while, before a gate appeared out of thin air, opening its doors and letting the light in. The light seen inside the valley was different from that outside, vast expanses of grasslands, luxuriant trees lining a path leading to a white castle and an endless sunset.
The stream of light appeared unaffected by the picturesque surroundings as it headed towards its destination – a strange hut situated behind the palace.
The lights faded and Solace's handsome face came into view. It seemed that, despite leaving in a hurry, he had taken time to change into the new wardrobe. He wore a white jacket with gold inlays around the edges, which accentuated the black tights he wore underneath, showing off his flawless muscles. His short hair and golden eyes gave the impression that he was an ideal male god.
"I figured you'd end up being in such a hurry that you wouldn't change our outfit this time."
A lazy voice came out of the hut, ignoring the consoling words she went inside and looked at the figure lying on the sofa, she had dark purple hair and a beautiful face that looked constantly tired, hidden in her huge black robe. Her perfect body and her violet eyes shining with a sense of mystery established her as an attractive goddess of love.
When Solace looked at the black book he held in his hand, he frowned in disappointment. This book was the reason for their incident from a year ago when Asuna received it from that alien extraterrestrial plane. Her powers were out of control, and in an attempt to completely control the device for her own use, she used a complex ancient ritual to make the nearest person who held her image in their heart pay a price. . As a result, Solace had to pay the price of his powers getting out of control, which prevented him from becoming a Level 3 sorcerer, even though he was already close to it.
Something like this could have turned Solace and Asuna into lifelong enemies for a wizard, but instead it strained their relationship, even though Solace was enraged by the entire incident and was on the verge of killing Asuna at this point.
Since then, Asuna has been attempting to improve. She even overcame her success and accompanied him to this barren field where she would wait for him, care for him, and watch over him until he recovered.
Solace's situation was complicated by the fact that, despite knowing about her actions and Solace's feelings towards her, she never thought he felt the same way. Solace also made it clear that, once her guilt about the incident subsides, she will begin to ignore him, meaning that even though Solace has moved on from the incident, she still has feelings for him. There is no intention to forgive.
Asuna sat there stunned, her hands resting on the letters on the surface of the book, and silence fell on the room as Consolation was lost in meditation.
The "Death Note", typed in the letters of the English alphabet, would undoubtedly make AMAN scream if he existed. The famous book of The Death God.
"I thought you were going to get rid of it."
When Solace couldn't stand it anymore, she said, "If you are willing to finally be promoted, I will burn it immediately." Asuna smiled and looked at Solace.
"Looks like war is coming again, looks like I need to teach the little boy well".
After giving her his full attention for a minute, Solace turned into a beam of light and walked away, certain that he would get nothing more from her.
As he disappeared, she watched with consoled eyes as a wave of immense emotion passed through them.
"We don't have much time left, hopefully this rebirth will be different."
If he had been there, she would have murmured in a way that would have consoled him greatly.
Mist's birth completely changed Aman's vision, but he had anticipated it. He could only vaguely understand the overlapping dimensions of reality, especially those elements that occupied his field of vision. Although he could see the elements, he was unable to control them because neither his soul nor his rune allowed strong manipulation. Aman could also vaguely see other semi-illusory planes that overlapped with reality, but they shared the same conditions as the Elements.
Ultimately, he activated his rune to establish a connection with the spiritual realm, and spent some time adjusting to the dislocated vision that came with his advancement. The soul dimension, also known as the astral world, is one of the most difficult levels of reality. It lies far beyond the limits of reality and interacts with almost every other layer; Its vastness and chaotic nature makes it challenging to establish and maintain deep connections.
Even illusionists used the astral field to cast magic, but they only used the surface where the astral field intersected with other levels, so it was still a formidable force. It is rumored that the Fate Witches' ability to see and manipulate fate was due to their deep connection to the soul dimensional core. Those who had the opportunity to deeply explore and manipulate aspects of the soul dimension have always possessed strange and almost inexplicable powers, which were a nightmare to people of lower levels.
The fact that Solace had subtly suggested that he had verified that there was a good chance of connecting to the core of the soul dimensions given his inspiration skills and the soul aspect of the key rune was one of the major reasons why Aman Did not select a different rune.
After activating the rune, Aman's inspiration talent completely merged with his rune, expanding his perception far beyond his expectations. He could accurately sense various parameters of everything around him, and his perception almost reached the quantum realm. At first, the information was loud and vague, but after a few minutes, Aman felt like he had taken it in.
Aman speculated that he might even be able to predict the near future by completely exposing his perception, as this was one of the most sophisticated applications of dominant color.
As Aman's connection with the astral field deepened, he became able to feel, in a vague way, certain connections and lines of people who had interacted with him and were related to him. It felt like an imaginary sense of lines of cause and effect, so Aman intuitively followed the lines in search of the silver-haired figure that haunted his dreams. When he finally found what represented him, he was astounded by the enormous amount of information that suddenly flooded his senses. His memories were fading, and the last thing he remembered was a masked silver-haired figure with countless threads coming out of his fingers, seemingly weaving the old thread.
At the top of a grand palace stood a masked figure floating wildly through the multiverse, watching the countless planes and planets passing by. The figure seemed lost in thought, wondering what his purpose in life was, when suddenly, he felt something pulling him, and his emotionless state was broken by a flood of familiar memories and emotions.
"Emotions are nothing but obstacles to renunciation." When the masked man realized where the memories came from, his icy blue eyes hardened. Then, a thread extended from his finger to his head and a blue light was drawn from it. The blue light presented a variety of beautiful scenes of happy memories, but the masked man ignored it. He crushed the light with His hand because it was flexible, and then He increased the pressure with His beautiful hands to remove all traces of it from all levels. His actions shook the void, destabilizing nearby planes, causing them to crash in on themselves, destroying their occupants, and creating multiple black holes.
The figure's blue eyes did not waver amid the captivating image of destruction; Instead, the dangerous scenery forced her blonde hair to wave gently into the void.