"Hmmm..." The Cthulhu suddenly looked into the distance, his sharp eyes spotted Dragovic, both of them locking eyes for a moment.
At that instant, an invisible pressure descended on Dragovic. The presence was thick but was controlled to not crush Dragovic at that instant.
'The damned Galaxy core... It left me here to die' Dragovic gritted his teeth with a grunt, he had begun to understand the crux of all this.
"Where is the Milky Way galaxy....kid" a loud booming authoritative voice erupted from the Cthulhu with a unicorn horn.
Blood began trickling down from Dragovic's nose, he found it hard to breathe, which was strange that he could breathe while in space.
"I can't believe that the Dragon bloodline would exist in a desolate part of the universe" the Cthulhu continued, this time muttering to itself and probably the companions with him.
Dragovic cursed and cursed, but there was nothing he could do, escaping was futile as it was already a miracle that he could breathe and survive in space.
But suddenly, He disappeared, the Cthulhus were shocked, especially by the fact that the teleportation left no spatial ripples in space.
Every teleportation is bound to leave ripples in space, and it's through those ripples that the destination of the teleportation can be tracked.
But unbelievably, Dragovic's teleportation left no ripples.
"He is weak, how is he able to do that" one of the Cthulhu behind couldn't help but mutter.
"It doesn't matter, we have lost track of the Galaxy and its core. Now, this strange boy. We have made a huge loss, we should go back." the unicorn-horned Cthulhu said.
"But..."
A voice was heard from behind, it was the Cthulhu that first discovered the Milky Way galaxy. It looked like it had already been healed of all the grievous injuries the Galaxy core inflicted on it. And even with all its strength, it looked like it was a subordinate of the subordinate of the Cthulhu with a unicorn horn.
It is easy to guess that the strength of the Cthulhu with a unicorn horn
The Galaxy's core had hurt it so much, so it was only natural for it to harbor extreme hatred for the Milky Way galaxy's core. So, the Cthulhu found it hard to let things go.
But before he could complete his sentence, the voice of the leader interrupted him.
"This is an order. The journey is pointless since we can't lock on to the galaxy core's coordinate, the universe is cast that this part is unexplored, and we can't risk getting lost in the vast expanse and losing the connection to our home galaxy. Head back with no complaints!" The horned Cthulhu ordered in a cold voice
*****
In the realm of souls,
The dark expanse was brought to life by the soft glow of several spherical souls, emanating an otherworldly, light blue hue. Their collective luminescence infused the surroundings with a mesmerizing beauty, casting an ethereal veil over the entire realm. This place was the soul realm, where departed souls patiently awaited their next incarnation.
Emotions permeated the stillness of the realm, ranging from subtle traces of anger to the overwhelming weight of regret. Each soul carried within them the lingering echoes of their past lives, etched into the very essence of their being. The atmosphere was heavy with contemplation, as the souls remained motionless, seemingly entranced by an unseen force. The silence in the air was profound, so potent that even the gentlest sound would have reverberated with crystal clarity.
Amidst this tranquil yet charged ambiance, a lone soul emerged, distinct from the others in its humanoid form. Draped in an elegant robe of shimmering blue, with hair neatly tied back in a ponytail, the figure exuded a striking, almost human-like presence. His countenance bore a fierce and beautifully sculpted visage, reflecting a sentient awareness that peered out from his eyes, though he remained immobilized.
Every aspect of the soul, from the garment to the hair and even the body itself, radiated with the same ethereal light blue glow, yet each element maintained its unique distinction. It was as if the vibrant color imbued each aspect with individual vitality, harmoniously coalescing in a symphony of radiant hues.
"Finally..." the soul spoke, breaking the hushed stillness with a palpable sense of relief and shocking the shit out of me [The Author]
I was so shocked that my jaw went wide open, a single catchphrase word escaping from my mouth, "Impossible!"
As for why I was so shocked, it is because normally souls are not even sentient, talk less of being able to speak.
I was already shocked that the soul I was writing about was sentient, now I'm shocked beyond words that he could speak.
'The God Of Souls, Deus Anima must have something to do with it,' I thought as I wrote as fast as I could.
'Well, Damn!'
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"Why are you doing this?" A cold voice suddenly resounded in the space.
The humanoid soul, which I the author, later identified as the Dragon God's soul, smiled in response to the voice.
Dragon God wasn't able to see who was speaking because the person didn't show him/herself, but even without seeing, he already knew who it was that was speaking with him.
His current self was a complete contrast to the Hot-blooded character he displayed when he played Elven chess with his son.
"Anything and everything is worth it, as far as I can have my reunion with her, my wife." He said mysteriously after a while of silence.
After that, he raised his head upwards and added, "Anyways, thanks for your help, wherever you are. It is very much appreciated."
A cold grunt was heard, resounding in the entire expanse, "You must be joking, You've gone completely insane!"
The smile on Dragon God's face widened, "So if it is what it is, why do you help me then?"
There was a heavy silence as the other party chose not to respond.
Seeing her not responding, Dragon God's grin spread wider, his face had a hint of erratic joy,
"She is alive," he mumbled crazily to himself, he sounded like a lunatic.
Relishing that lunatic reverie for a while, as wild thoughts came and went in his mind, Dragon God couldn't have been any happier.