Chapter 47
"Michelle!" Cold Flame flew happily around Michelle when he saw her wake up. "Why were you asleep for so long?" he whined like a little child as he landed on Michelle's shoulder when she sat up. He was much heavier and bigger than when Michelle had last seen him.
Michelle stretched her neck a bit and smiled. "How long was I asleep, Flamie?" she asked with a smile.
But the answer made her smile freeze. "Over a week, Michelle! You were asleep for over a week!" Cold Flame pecked her head angrily, but he was careful not to peck too hard, so he wouldn't hurt her.
"A week?!" Michelle was shocked. "That long?! I thought I was in the spirit domain for a day at most!"
Cold Flame shook his head. "No, Michelle! It wasn't a day!" He flew off her shoulder and landed next to the black scythe on the ground. "Michelle, is this the weapon you are the most proficient with?" he asked, pecking the blade with his scythe.
"Yeah..." Michelle nodded a bit as she stood up and picked up the scythe. The moment she touched it, she felt the perfect peace which let her bring her concentration to its peak.
For a while, Cold Flame stared at the gleaming sharp blade of the scythe, before remembering something. "Michelle, I felt that you made a contract with two things. One is the book here," he flew over to the book and lifted it with his claws. "But what's the other?" he asked curiously.
Before Michelle could answer, she felt the black mist move within her. "Of course, it's me!" Michelle felt a strange sensation in her chest as the black mist left her body and floated next to her.
Having the memories of his ancestors, Cold Flame recognized what the black mist was. "Wailing Mist?! How did you end up in the lower realm?" Cold Flame took on a defensive stance.