Amidst the eerie silence, seven shadowy figures approached Lucas, their steps synchronized and determined. Lucas appeared contemplative, devoid of any sense of triumph following the battle. Although he had vanquished the heavenly Demon, causing it to vanish, a sense of defeat lingered within him."What is a Soul Eater?" Lucas murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if acknowledging a newfound presence within him—an enigma even to himself.Arane, having overheard Lucas, displayed a deep concern."Lucas, what's troubling you?" she inquired gently."A Soul Eater is a forbidden technique," Arane explained, her complexion turning ashen upon realizing Lucas had been struck by this sinister attack.Taking a deep breath, Lucas surveyed the surroundings, which bore the scars of their recent conflict, resembling a crater left by a meteor. Yet, the revelation of the Soul Eater technique weighed heavily on his mind."What does this technique do?" Lucas inquired.Among his seven followers,
In the serene embrace of the desert night, a solitary house stands as a quiet observer to the spectacle of two enchanting young women bathed in the soft luminescence of the moon. Despite the chill of the night air, it fails to deter them from stepping outdoors, allowing the fine desert sand to caress their skin, offering an unexpected warmth in contrast to the cold.Indeed, they found themselves immersed in an unusual form of bathing, using the cold sand under the night sky. It was a rare and peculiar sight."God, protect our kingdom. Forgive us for our failures to heed Your commands," one woman voiced into the night, her words a prayer to the resplendent full moon overhead.Vadam, revered as the Dancer of Heaven, cast her gaze towards the heavens, her heart filled with skepticism. "I cannot believe," she whispered, her voice blending with the nocturnal breeze, "that this unconventional dance is a decree from the divine. There's a misunderstanding somewhere." Her ebony hair gleamed un
Vadam, the enigmatic woman, swiftly transitioned from her position at the rear of the camel she was mounted on. With a burst of unexpected agility, she launched herself towards the camel that Lucas was riding, her actions sparking a wave of bewilderment among the guards who were eyewitnesses to her abrupt maneuver. Despite the close proximity to Lucas, causing their bodies to press together, he remained silent, his reaction subdued in contrast to the dramatic entrance of Vadam."I just want to be near you," Vadam confessed, her words eliciting a curious raise of an eyebrow from Lucas. This woman, known as Vadam, often behaved impulsively. She had previously complimented Lucas, likening his scent to the fresh allure of morning dew. Now, she had boldly leaped onto his camel without hesitation."Miss Vadam, how may I assist you?" Lucas inquired, maintaining his composure. Vadam tilted her head upwards, locking eyes with Lucas. Despite her physical stature being shorter than Lucas's, her
At first glance, the kingdom appeared resplendent, its grandeur masking a tumultuous narrative unfolding within the throne room, where the reigning monarch was engulfed in a maelstrom of emotion."The Heavenly Dancer has yet to return," the King declared, his voice echoing ominously among the walls, which were embellished with divine tales. "And of her escorts, none survived their encounter with the search party.""Damn it!""Why would anyone dare to assault the Heavenly Dancer? Do they not fear my wrath? I am a deity," he proclaimed, his tone betraying a desperate need for affirmation. This craving for recognition stemmed from a deep-seated insecurity, particularly when he compared himself to his ancestors, who were venerated as flawless deities.In his presence stood an elderly minister, clad in somber black robes, his complexion ashen. "Sire, we have exhausted every option. Additional search parties will soon report back.""Why is everything taking so long?""The Dancer of Heaven r
Amidst the hustle and bustle of a tavern that stood gracefully at the edge of town, under the dazzling moonlight above the endless desert, a mysterious man, known by the moniker "Moon of the Desert," sat with a sharp gaze. "I believe there is information here," he murmured softly, his voice nearly drowned out by the surrounding noise. His name, Moon of the Desert, was fitting; like the moon illuminating the darkness, he traveled in search of the truth hidden behind a veil of mystery. He had received a special assignment directly from the king: to search for any signs of the existence of gods around their kingdom. On the other side of the table, a dialogue between two figures caught his attention. A bald man with a piercing gaze and a man with a relaxed demeanor and long stature were engaged in a discussion. "You know, in the middle of the desert, some people have seen storms," said the bald man, his voice low but clear. "Isn't that normal?" replied the long man, his eyebrows raised
In the middle of the desert's nocturnal silence, Lucas turned his attention to Vadam and Midam, the enigmatic twin girls harboring secrets. Breaking the stillness, he inquired, "Vadam, Midam, may I examine your Qi flow?" Lucas had been on a solitary quest for elusive knowledge for over a month, seeking answers that eluded him. Driven by his search, he proposed a direct examination of the twins, known for performing miracles that left no trace of Qi—the vital energy that he suspected should be at the heart of their abilities. Vadam, facing Lucas, met his gaze with eyes that shimmered with an unspoken depth. Her response was a gentle smile, subtly signaling her consent to his request. Unbeknownst to Lucas, his interactions with the twins had kindled in both girls feelings of love towards him, despite the brief nature of their acquaintance. Without hesitation, Vadam disrobed and turned her back to Lucas, who had positioned himself in a meditative pose, sitting cross-legged on the dese
The sand breeze whispered amidst the silence of the desert, heralding an air of anticipation, as if foretelling that the day was poised for a momentous event.In the heart of the kingdom, within the walls of a grandiose palace, the atmosphere brimmed with tension. The king, standing solemnly on his balcony, gazed towards the distant horizon with a furrowed brow, his expression a mix of anger and impatience.For what seemed like an eternity, he had been awaiting news—news of the elusive deity he believed could be the key to resolving the crises facing his realm, and news of his kingdom's cherished Heavenly Dancer, who had mysteriously disappeared without a trace."No news yet?" the King demanded, his voice heavy with irritation, directed at his advisor who stood loyally by his side."No, sire. Despite our exhaustive search, the whereabouts of the Heavenly Dancer remain unknown," the advisor responded, his tone laden with regret and disappointment."And what of the Moon of the Desert? H
Lucas stared out at the emptiness of the desert that stretched out before him, the silence pierced only by the sound of his own footsteps. He paused for a moment, staring at an unusual object in the distance—a ruin that looked alien amidst the silence.The ability to sense souls had led him to this place because Lucas had detected the presence of millions of souls below. Something was decidedly odd here."What is this world again?" he muttered, as his footsteps crunched on the soft sand.However, the result of his stomp was unusual, with sand shooting up into the air like an explosion, clearing the thick sand pile around it.Suddenly, a hole formed beneath him, revealing an entrance into the ancient ruins.Without hesitation, Lucas stepped inside, walking through the dark passages that held the mysteries of ages past. His eyes, adept at seeing in the darkness, scanned a place that had probably been untouched for tens of thousands of years.Lucas halted, sensing something extraordinary