Chapter 251
For a while, a huge motion of unease hung over the barracks. This intense emotion was felt by the realm consciousness of the spirit world.
The spirit consciousness, which was already adapting to the cursed spirit by having a part in the spirit realm grow for each arch curse to match their cursed spirits, looked over the arch curses. The realm consciousness presented the situation to them. Only the Despairing Virtuoso had a reaction, which the realm consciousness acknowledged with a nod as a portal appeared in Virtuoso’s small realm space.
Virtuoso, holding his painting brush, walked through the portal. The sun was still up, so the soldiers were training when, all of a sudden, the space was torn open, and a giant, weird-looking painter walked out.
In the presence of the Virtuoso, an overwhelming sense of despair descended over the barracks and quickly spread out into the kingdom.
Erik, in his tent, shivered when the sensation came over him. Summoning his spear, Erik walked out of his tent, the spear covering him in an ethereal glow.
The soldiers, seeing Erik’s appearance, immediately washed out the despair they were feeling. Erik didn’t notice this, but Virtuoso did, and a smile came upon his face as he stared at Erik.
Erik felt each step he took closer to the giant was overwhelming. If not for the help of the spear, he wouldn’t have made it close. Finally, walking to the giant, a giant phantom of Erik appeared, staring at Virtuoso, who smiled as he reigned in the despairing aura, causing everyone to take a deep breath they were holding as they all fell to the ground, breathing heavily.
Virtuoso looked at Erik. "Tell me your story." Erik looked at the unknown giant in front of him. Looking behind at his heavy-breathing soldiers, Erik motioned for the giant to follow him.
Erik walked into his tent with Virtuoso, who noticed how small the tent was before finally going in, only to be surprised as the tent adjusted with him in it.
Erik presented a seat for the arch curse, who this time had no hesitation as he sat in it, only for the seat to adjust itself.
"Who or what are you?" Erik finally asked after grabbing a jug to quench his dry throat.