Chapter 147: Beacon
‘Holy shit… Whatever she did actually worked…’
Percy struggled to believe it, but the evidence was right there, in his Status. His host had actually obtained a trait from him! Did that mean his clone qualified as a spectral fiend?
It was bizarre, yet he wasn’t in the mood to think about it too deeply. The whole experience had left him tired and weak. He felt like he was about to pass out any moment now.
Suddenly, the soul mana in his surroundings stirred, carrying him in a certain direction. Squeezing through Sol’s channels was still rather painful, but it wasn’t as bad as before. He had already shrunk a great deal, so he didn’t get compressed nearly as much. It didn’t take much prodding for her to push him along the narrow tube, before expelling him from her body, stuffing him into another container. At least, this one was more spacious than her core…
‘Wh-What are they doing?!’ he wondered, but didn’t have the strength to do much else.
He was no longer in contact with anybody’s soul, so he couldn’t even communicate with these people. His main body’s pull was at an all-time high, but whatever they had placed him in prevented him from leaving. Out of options, he lashed out against the walls of his new abode, before his exhaustion won out, his consciousness fading to black.
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The next time he came to, he noted his condition was slightly better. He felt a steady supply of soul mana warming him up, gently licking his wounds, healing him slowly. That said, it would take years to restore him to his original state at this rate. At least, this arrangement kept him from degrading further.
‘Hello?! Can anyone hear me?!’ he asked, touching the walls of the container.