The Blood Monarch's Trial
'It's been a while since an incarnation was able to access this path. So I better have as much fun as I can.'
Azriel thought this while staring at Victor with burning crimson eyes.
The endless white world around them remained silent and boundless, yet beneath that silence existed something ancient. Countless traces of will lingered inside the soul realm. Faint echoes of lives long ended drifted invisibly through the air like whispers buried beneath time itself.
All the incarnations connected to this soul remained here after death.
Their physical bodies had long since vanished into dust.
Kingdoms they built had collapsed.
Empires they conquered had disappeared.
Even their names were probably forgotten in many eras.
Yet their consciousness endured.
An existence between life and death.
A blessing…
And a curse.
Azriel slowly rolled his shoulders while grinning viciously.
"So," he said casually, "what kind of technique do you want to learn?"
