Book 3: Chapter 60: Etiquette and Being
It had been a few days since Lone and Sofia had arrived in the Farwinds. Right now, Lone was waking up inside of his soul since it was time for the Conclave of Seekers to meet once more.
"It looked much worse last week," Darkness commented, referring to the cracked state of the soul space.
Everything except for the dwelling of the Primals had some level of cracking to it, be it the golden chains, the mental locks, the massive Rubik's cubes, hell, even the floor and air itself had cracks.
"My internal channels healed a while ago, so whatever is fixing my soul, be it Void or whatever else, is slower by quite the margin than Basic Regeneration," Lone replied.
A yoga-ball sized skull that was split in two halves floated out of a large grey tomb of an ancient and unfamiliar design. This skull was shrouded in a deep grey mist but it was still perfectly visible to Lone.
"Why that skill is called basic it beyond me. It has prevented your passing a great number of times according to Darkness, yes?" Death asked.
Lone nodded. "That's right. It's a very unique skill."
Of course, he didn't bother to explain that the skill belonged to a godly being before it had gifted the power to him. A godly being likely behind figures such as Clicker who could so effortlessly erase its existence from an Arch Devil.
"This meeting of yours. I wish to observe it. May I?" Death requested.