Chapter 412 Soul Prairie <TOC> Chapter 414 Isabelle's Warning
Translator: SumTLMan
In addition to the sense of stagnation, Felicia also felt a faintly hair-raising sense of danger.
However, Felicia was not afraid but rather excited. As a formal wizard, had she not experienced plenty of dangers? For her, any significant danger represented a significant opportunity.
No matter how dangerous, what kind of threat could a common wizard apprentice pose?
Felicia’s conjured Soul Butterflies fluttered constantly on Angel’s soul, scattering colorless scales, which fell onto the surface of his soul.
These scales were actually the purest soul power, which posed no harm to Angel’s soul, but rather increased its activity. However, since they were a part of Felicia, she could use them to observe all the changes in the depths of Angel’s soul.
Last time, when Nisi was studying his soul, Sanders was restraining him, so Nisi could only observe the changes in the soul from a distance with the aid of the Light Wand; this time, Felicia was not a soul wizard, and her only means of examining the soul was to delve into it.
As the scales fell into Angel’s body, Felicia constantly sensed the feedback coming from them.
After a while, her brow suddenly furrowed.
She felt a strange rune in Angel’s soul, which seemed to be… a rune of a rule? Could this be the reason for the peculiar nature of his soul that Isabelle mentioned? Just as Felicia was about to investigate further, suddenly, another set of scales brought a new piece of information.
—A highly pure soul power was slowly integrating into Angel’s soul.
Felicia turned her gaze to the other side, where she saw a wound on Angel’s soul, located at the back of his soul. It looked like an ordinary scratch.
Within this scratch, there was a very subtle but extremely pure soul power flowing out of the wound, replenishing Angel’s soul.
Logically, having a wound on the soul should result in the leakage of soul power, if not being lucky enough to avoid it. However, not only did this wound not leak, but it continued to replenish the soul power, and according to Felicia’s observation, the quality of the flowing soul power was extremely high, even though the flow was imperceptible.
What kind of wound was this? Not leaking, but flowing inward?
If it continued to flow uninterruptedly, over the course of hundreds or thousands of years, the soul power that flowed out of this wound alone would be enough to push Angel’s soul to the top.
Felicia’s curiosity was piqued, and she quietly observed the wound. The wound itself looked very ordinary, but on a soul, it seemed inexplicable. Soul injuries, unless caused by special damage, are reversible, and ordinary wounds will heal spontaneously as the soul returns to the Soul Prairie and time passes.
By visual estimation, this wound should be an ordinary one. But why were there no signs of healing?
Not only were there no signs of healing, but where did the mysteriously flowing pure soul power come from?
“Do you know that there is a wound on the back of your soul?” Felicia inquired.
Angel remained silent for a while, sighing softly in his heart: “I know.”
“What kind of wound is it? How was it caused?” Felicia continued to ask.
“I wish I knew what kind of wound it is, but no one can answer me, including my mentor. As for who caused it…”
Angel’s mind flashed the image of a woman’s face, and his emotions suddenly began to fluctuate. He forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart and quietly said: “A woman with stitches on her face left me this wound.”
Felicia could feel that Angel wasn’t lying in his response. However, a woman with stitches on her face? Felicia thought for a long time but couldn’t figure out who it might be.
Felicia tentatively attempted to touch the wound.
But at that moment, Angel sent a wave of fluctuating emotions: “Lady Felicia, it’s better not to touch that wound. That woman might sense it.”
“Sense it? So what?” Felicia spoke disdainfully: “Don’t you want to know who she is? I’ll help you take a look.”
As the wound was stimulated, Angel fell silent.
Soon after, a familiar itching sensation emanated from the wound on his back.
With the appearance of the itch, a scream tore through the hall of Black Castle and penetrated directly into the realm of souls.
This scream came from Felicia’s mouth.
At the same time, Gloria, sitting opposite Felicia, was also startled by the scream. She raised her head with a puzzled look in her eyes and looked at Felicia: “Sister, what’s wrong with you…”
The childish voice stopped midway, suddenly shifting to a seductive and mature tone: “Wait, what happened to Felicia?!”
Not only did her voice change, but her eyes also became sharp. Clearly, the true “Diamond Barbie” Gloria had appeared.
Felicia continued to scream, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness. She suddenly grabbed Angel, trying to say something, but she couldn’t speak at all.
Gloria’s eyes were filled with confusion and anxiety. She raised her hand, and a theatrical model appeared, examining Felicia’s current condition.
However, there was a strong energy flickering around Felicia, making it impossible to detect any abnormalities.
Gloria looked at Angel, who had his eyes closed and appeared calm and unruffled, as if resting. But with one glance, Gloria realized that Angel’s consciousness was not within his body. Her gaze caught sight of a nearly empty wine glass on the table.
Gloria sniffed and frowned: “Dance of the Midnight Butterfly?”
Her gaze shifted, connecting Angel’s current state, and she quickly deduced a fact. Felicia went to detect Angel’s soul unilaterally, which might have caused an accident.
But what could be unexpected about Angel’s soul? Could an apprentice’s soul cause a fully-fledged wizard to hit a wall? This was almost impossible unless Sanders had set some traps in Angel’s soul?
If it were just a trap, she should have been able to deal with it with her previous abilities, after all, she was a wizard on the path of true knowledge. But now she only had a trace of her soul left, saving Felicia was not an easy task.
Suddenly, Gloria noticed Felicia’s fingers clasped on the table, her nails scratching out various lengths of lines.
“This is…” Gloria looked at the uneven scratches and immediately concluded that this was a secret message Felicia wanted to convey.
Using the unique decryption formula of the Candy House, she got two words: “Summon, Soul.”
After some thought, Gloria decided to follow Felicia’s words, and a bunch of strange ingredients appeared in her hands.
“Prepare the Black Mud Soul Attracting Soup.”
The effect of Black Mud Soul Attracting Soup was similar to Soul Summoning Grass, which could lure the soul out from the land of souls. It was a soup created by Gloria herself.
With a shimmering light, a black water sphere slowly floated in front of her.
Gloria gasped for breath continuously; her current strength was too weak. She couldn’t prepare this soup with her physical abilities alone, and she completely consumed her soul power.
However, the effect of the Black Mud Soul Attracting Soup didn’t help Felicia much, as she still kept screaming in pain.
At this moment, Felicia suddenly ignited a strand of essence blood, a faint trace of blood seeping from the corners of her mouth, forcibly maintaining a brief moment of clarity at the cost of her foundation: “Summon, Soul, Soup, Give, Him!”
She uttered the words gritting her teeth.
Upon hearing this, Gloria didn’t hesitate to place the Black Mud Soul Attracting Soup under Angel’s nose.
The black smoke was sniffed into Angel’s nostrils, and as it entered his body, the black gas suddenly disappeared as if it had dissipated into another dimension.
As the black gas vanished, a flash of lightning appeared outside Black Castle.
Angel’s soul was slowly carried away by the black gas, as if it was about to drift out of the land of souls.
As Angel’s soul left the Soul Prairie, Felicia finally stopped her screams, opened her eyes, and her eye sockets were filled with bloodshot eyes.
“Felicia, what happened?” Gloria asked as she saw Felicia finally break free.
Felicia gasped for air, looking at Angel with a terrified expression: “It’s him, his soul…”
“Is there something wrong with his soul? A trap?” Gloria angrily said: “I’ve told you not to mess with Angel, but you wouldn’t listen!”
Felicia swallowed: “His soul has been marked by a terrifying power. She found me, and with just one glance, my consciousness began to collapse.”
“Starting from the consciousness hidden within him, it directly connected to my main consciousness according to the diagram, and my soul was almost forcibly dragged out of my body. It’s really terrifying; she only looked at me once!”
Felicia panted continuously.
“Her?” Gloria noticed Felicia’s wording, which seemed to indicate someone other than a male: “Not the Phantom Master?”
Felicia hesitated for a moment: “Is he really the Phantom Master’s disciple?”
“You didn’t know?” Gloria nodded: “He indeed is Master Sanders’ apprentice.”
Felicia shook her head: “The one I saw was not the Phantom Master, but another unknown woman. I didn’t get a clear look at her, but her face was stitched with thread…”
Stitched with thread? Gloria suddenly froze, and an image flashed through her mind.
“Was she wearing a crown, with thick red hair, and her face covered in dense stitches?” Gloria asked further.
Felicia hesitated for a moment: “It seems so, but I can’t be sure. Do you know her?”
Gloria held her head with both hands, shaking it continuously: “I don’t know. I just had a flashback of an image, and it seems like I’ve seen her portrait before, but I can’t remember where. As you know, I’ve lost a lot of my memory… But that image gave me an extremely uncomfortable feeling, that feeling… it’s called fear.”
Both Felicia and Gloria fell silent.
Gloria only remembered a portrait, and she felt fear.
Felicia, on the other hand, had been given a single glance, and her entire being from consciousness to soul was nearly shattered.
Who could this person be?
How could she possess such tremendous power? Could she be a legendary figure? But where did the Southern Region get such a legendary powerhouse?
Gloria thought of that great being, who was also a legend, but he didn’t seem to be as intimidating as this person.
As the two pondered, lightning flashed outside Black Castle, one after another, with thunderous roars, as if a storm was imminent.
The curtains in the hall were not drawn, and the bright white lightning illuminated the room, casting an eerie atmosphere.
Suddenly—
Angel’s body leaned back and slumped in the chair, and at the same time, a hand reached out from his chest.
Chapter 412 Soul Prairie <TOC> Chapter 414 Isabelle's Warning