Chapter 63: Test
As he stood, the pool lying before him, the truth was, he didn’t know what he would do.
He watched the corpses with sad eyes, maybe because a part of him was certain it wasn’t true. And honestly, this memory display didn’t affect him so much.
How many times had he used Eye to replay those events? Almost every day when he felt like he was relenting, he replayed it.
Showing him now didn’t make him angrier. This vision only showed him a more vivid memory than what Eye showed him.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he was back on the first floor. The spirits, ghosts, and mummies were still there, their assault relentless.
A sharp pain lanced through him, and he dropped to one knee, gasping.
"Gurgh..." The spiritual attacks from the ghosts were unlike anything he’d faced before. Their ethereal claws tore at his essence, not his flesh, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. He could see their souls now, glowing faintly in his heightened perception, their outlines sharp against the dimness of the room. "Are those their souls?" he wondered aloud, his voice strained.
He cursed under his breath. "Shit, I left the chains with Wick." The slave chain would have been perfect for this. But he wasn’t defenseless. Among the techniques he had learned, there was one that could attack both the physical and astral bodies.
"Astral Fang," he growled, twisting his body and channeling his aura into an ethereal wave. He swung both swords, the blades humming as they cut through the air. The ghosts and spirits shrieked, their forms recoiling from the attack, giving him a moment to breathe.