Chapter 152: Who am I?
Percy hammered the flat slab of steel absentmindedly, thinning it further with each strike. It wasn’t until it looked about to break that he remembered he was supposed to fold it again. Only after doing so did he dip it into a trough filled with water to quench it, before applying another layer of clay mud and moving it into the furnace. That said, the fate of the knife wasn’t exactly at the forefront of his mind right now.
‘The clone died, didn’t he? I died.’
Percy didn’t fully understand what his latest clone had experienced, as he’d only brought back a few scattered memories. The knowledge of how to heal his soul more efficiently was by far the clearest, followed by his promise to some girl to look for her in the future.
As for the details of what had gone down between the two, he didn’t really remember them. He had a faint idea that their friendship had started off on the wrong foot, before evolving to something more earnest by the time they parted ways. But he didn’t really know how or why that happened, nor how he was meant to find her again.
‘There was also something more…’
He did recall he was supposed to injure his soul in a specific manner to lure some soul-based entity into his body. Next, he had to break it down and absorb it into his soul to obtain some kind of benefit. Percy didn’t remember what exactly that benefit was, but the details of how to go about it were clear enough. Of course, the whole process seemed dangerous, but his clone had clearly deemed this to be a memory worth preserving.
‘Maybe it has something to do with finding the girl...’
In any case, Percy would give it a shot, but only after he practiced with the healing art a little. It was best to know how to fix himself in case something went wrong. And he’d also try looking for his new acquaintance during his future trips. Though, none of that was particularly urgent right now.
What bothered him a whole lot more, were the implications of this recent adventure on himself. And he wasn’t thinking about the injury per se. He was confident it would heal in a couple of weeks at the latest. But that wouldn’t bring the dead version of him back to life – it would merely replace him.