Re: Elf Prince—A Degenerate's Second Chance-Chapter 89. The Deepest Recess

89. The Deepest Recess

["Brat!

Brat!"]

Eryndor’s consciousness had been asleep for three days, instead of suffering damage to his soul his master had taken the blow from him but that did not exempt him from suffering damaged to his body but these damages had been healed by Elise. Or that was what he thought.

After the first day passed his master had realised that despite all his actions to shelter Eryndor’s soul it suffered a backlash causing his soul to become fractured, he had spent three days trying to seal the cracks but he lacked the magic to.

Despite being one of the most powerful monarchs in history healing a damaged soul was beyond his power. He knew nothing about soul magic so begin with l, the he’s he could do was use his own soul to supplement the damage but that only delayed for a short while.

After two days his master was beginning to question if his student would survive the strange ordeal. Despite showing great promise he would die from his weak mana core, had he been a level higher the chances of survival would have been favourable.

The essence of the dragon monarch was in the shape of a small red sphere with a two white rings dancing around it. It hovered before a white figure that resembled a mannequin version of Eryndor only that it was made of white fluffy clouds. The fragments of the image was slowly coming apart and lifting off like snowflakes, it gave light to the dark world around it. The dragon monarch’s soul knew this lustre would soon be gone, in a week at best.

["So this is how it ends for you brat? You did show a bit of promise but the path of greatness it seems is hard for you"]

As the soul of the dragon emperor was just finishing his words another voice called out at him. It came from being the darkness and was even darker than. The darkness itself, there was an air of melancholy and something evil about it.

"Hahahaha, so you are giving up on the prodigy so soon? I wouldn’t blame you, it’s a bit of a surprise you stayed so long anyway." The voice was deeper and darker than most voices,it resounded off the darkness around them seeming unfathomably and strange.

The dragon monarch’s soul did not seemed spooked but he was surprised to find out that there was something else lurking within the deepest recess of his disciple’s soul. He thought why he had never noticed this before or perhaps he had missed it because he had always spent too long resting and building up his strength. Despite his power being dulled considerably to his former self he doubted that these "thing" could have hidden from him for this long.

Another thought came to mind that perhaps the "thing" had only just awakened the moment Eryndor passed out. That would explain why he felt an awful stench in the air, at first he thought that it was perhaps the signs of a degrading soul but he seemed to have found out what it was and he did not like it.

["I would not call this boy a prodigy, I will admit his ability to manipulate mana is one of a kind. Besides that he’s plain mediocre at beast."] The dragon monarch’s soul responded without trying to find the location of the voice though he did show a hint of bloodlust to the prying figure that dwelt in the darkness.

A few seconds passed and a deep dark chuckle followed. "You are right about that, even his prizes flame magic is as a result of you being a carrier if flame dwelling within him. Without you he would still be at beginner level at best, give up on him."

The dragon monarch’s soul hovered above the apparition of his disciple and stayed there for a moment before saying.

["Perhaps, but why do you not want him alive?"]

It was true that without the presence of the dragon monarch’s essence in Eryndor he would have never mastered flame magic with his poor body constitution, unknown to Eryndor his master had been aiding him in secret and infusing the mana he had cultivated into his body when he slept or when he wasn’t aware of it.

Despite this he was amazed by how fast Eryndor was able to assimilate his mana, he was even more amazed by how he had memorized the flow of mana across the mana veins. In time Eryndor developed his own attribute for flame magic and that was all by his own power.

Still awaiting on a reply from the strange dweller of the darkness the dragon monarch’s soul tried to pull Eryndor’s soul back together again but failed to. The effects only slowed the disintegrating further. And finally he got a reply from the dweller of the darkness.

"Why don’t I want him alike, I wonder."

The dragon monarch’s soul could feel a cold air flowing at him, and soon he could see mists. He had never heard of bloodlust being able to be formed within a person’s soiled in a visual sense. Just what was this dweller in the darkness.

"That twat imprisoned me here and I wish nothing more than to see him dead!"

The dragon monarch’s soul beamed brighter with his own spiritual energy released. It was strong enough to protect Eryndor’s soul but not strong enough to harm him even further.

["I don’t know how this brat could lock up something like you for you to feel such rage. He clearly does not have the qualifications to but do you dare challenge me?"]

The aura did not subside one bit but instead increased as if challenging the fallen monarch.

["If this boy dies don’t you die too, or haven’t you thought of that possibility?"] He seen such displays of rage in his past life but Eryndor was a nobody to warrant such behaviour from an enigmatic figure it was impossible to think of how he had encountered such. From what the "thing" said it did not seem to be born with Eryndor or perhaps it was trapped in him by someone.

The voice responded in a tone of melancholy. "Have I... Thought of what? Maybe he dies and I am free or we both die either way he dies."

Before the monarch’s soul could interrupt a deep rumbling was felt above them.

["A soul attack?" The monarch’s would started to brim with energy.

"Seems like we have a visitor." The voice sounded fat away as if retreating from the force.

Abover Eryndor’s body the darkness explodes as a huge red cross mark appeared, around it’s were black thorny vines. The rate at which they appeared and shot down at Eryndor’s body was too fast for the monarch’s soul to react. They wrapped around Eryndor’s soul and enveloped him in a strange red mist and slowly the fragmented pieces of his soul started to come back together.

The dragon emperor thought deeply on who could be healing his disciple at the moment or the better question was who was capable of soul magicbin that era. It only took a few seconds for the red cross and black vines to retreat and vanish but leaving Eryndor’s soul intact.

Meanwhile in the real world the strange prisoner had just taken his hand off Eryndor’s body and he was sweating profusely and huffing. It had been early in the morning when he started to heal the young elf and now it was late in the night, he looked down at the face of the elf boy that was slowly recieving life and sighed.

"Is he alright?" Asked Elise who had been questionable about the actions of the strange prisoner but seeing the results, it spoke for itself.

"All that’s left to wake him." Without warning a land slap lands on Eryndor’s face throwing his head to the side but not waking him up afterwards he sighs and turns to face and alarmed Elise and says. "I advise us not to disturb him till he wakes up naturally."

Elise’s jaw dropped wide unable to say a word as she watched him walk back to his corner of the cage and size off. "Oh my, he is a creep."