Chapter one hundred and sixty one

Rhys lay in bed, his body wracked with pain. He had thought he had overcome the consequences of splitting his soul, but it seemed he was wrong. The pain was back, and it was worse than ever.

Just as he was starting to drift off to sleep, he heard a noise in his room. He opened his eyes to see Lucas, the martial artist he had defeated, standing over him.

“Lucas?” Rhys said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

Lucas looked at Rhys with a mixture of shock and concern. “Rhys, what’s happened to you?” he asked. “You look like you’re dying.”

Rhys tried to laugh, but it came out as a weak cough. “I’m fine,” he said. “Just a little…side effect.”

Lucas shook his head. “Side effect?” he repeated before checking Rhys pulse “Rhys, you’re suffering and your soul state is in disarray. What did you do?”

Rhys knew what Lucas was referring to. He knew that Lucas had discovered his secret. “I had to,” Rhys said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I had to save them.”

Lucas looked at Rhys with a mixt