Magical Soul Parade - Chapter 333: Familiar Green-Haired Ossuarist
Chapter 333: Familiar Green-Haired Ossuarist
Hehe, Finn chuckled internally. Either way, this Sage Limitless person seems to be very interesting…
Limitless? He scoffed.
There’s no such thing as “Limitless” anywhere in the Universe! I’d like to see just how limitless he truly is when he meets a flaw in his own existence!
A slow smirk of anticipation played on Finn’s lips as his hair fluttered in the wind. The setting sun shone a deep orange on his face and cast long shadows across the dragon’s back.
The wheels were fully in motion now, and all the pieces had begun to move.
It was time for him to announce himself with a bang.
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Soul Sanctum of the New World. At the Northern reaches of the vast World Tear. Inside a large, gaping abyssal-looking hole…
“This place is crazy, isn’t it?” A familiar green-haired man said, his eyes flitting about in awe, though his awestruck look was laced with a surprising tinge of demure solemnity.
It seemed even with his usual playful disposition, the grand scale of the Soul Sanctum — despite being so newly built — along with the heavy soul energy emanations coming from below in waves, had gotten to him.
The person he had directed the question to responded after a beat, whispering harshly to correct the green haired man and his overly loud voice.
“Yes, it is, Micah. Now would you keep your voice down.”
Micah looked at his companion, Isis. She looked extremely tense, even more than what being in a place as grand as the Soul Sanctum should have warranted.
He was playful at times, but that didn’t mean he was empty in the head. At moments like this, he was surprisingly adept.
“Are you okay?” He whispered, leaning in closer. They were walking down the ridge staircase cut out of the walls of the massive hole the Soul Sanctum dwelled in.
The surroundings were dark and charged with dense soul energy that was enough to put Micah on edge even with his Grade 3 Caretaker Ossuarist rank, so he could imagine what it must feel like for Isis, who was just a Grade 1 Initiate.
He thought that must be what was affecting her. But she simply shook her head and frowned deeper, waving him away.
“I’m fine. It’s nothing.”
Micah stared at her a bit longer, before facing forward again. She was likely just on edge. Even he was on edge somewhat, the current situation being the cause.
Both he and Isis hadn’t seen each other for weeks. Micah had been instructed to carry urgent messages to the various Ossuarist clans, families and schools across the continent of Aethelos.
He, along with Yvonne, the Grade 3 female Caretaker who had been with him during that Unraveling event at Woodhaven, had been tasked with this duty.
That had occupied his attention for many days and the weeks that followed that event. And then finally, as if that wasn’t enough, another grand event occurred.
A chaos breach. One that was so cataclysmically large, it was classified as a “World Tear Event” in the notice sent down to all levels of Ossuarists in all areas of the world.
The weeks that followed were even more hectic. Ossuarists were being called to the continent of Feraxia in droves. At first it was Grade 1 Caretakers. Then Grade 2 after a week and a few days. Then two weeks after that, even Grade 3 Caretakers like himself were called up.
Many of them, especially from other continents had only begun to arrive, while the Feraxian Grade 3 Caretakers, and all others who were on the continent, had begun to enter into the world tear immediately after the notice was issued.
Micah himself had only arrived on the continent two days ago. But he could already see why everyone was going crazy about this “World Tear”.
When the orders had rolled in, calling for Grade 1 Caretakers, it had seemed logical and plausible that their help would be needed. They were essentially the visible and accessible peak of Ossuarist power on any continent. The Preceptors above them were enigmas that decided when they wanted to show their faces.
But then when the call for Grade 2 Caretakers arrived, it struck Micah as uncanny.
If Grade 1 Caretakers were gone, and Grade 2 Caretakers were being called up, who then was to take care of the truly troublesome chaotic soul mass outbreaks?
Yes, in most cases, Grade 1 Caretakers like himself could take on chaos breaches and chaotic soul mass outbreaks that required a Grade 2 Caretaker to handle. But that would require more than one Grade 3 like him. In fact, it would require three or even four just to be safe.
That wasn’t the issue here. The problem lied in the fact that Ossuarist numbers weren’t as plentiful as that! Especially Caretaker ranked Ossuarists like them.
In the grand scale of things when compared to Arcanist numbers, the difference was just too vast.
Micah knew the Ossuary wouldn’t make drastic decisions like that without thinking. But he couldn’t help but question the sanity of the higher ups when he’d received the order. Especially right after another order came down, summoning all Grade 3 Caretakers too.
But to his surprise, the chaos he’d expected never happened.
Chaotic soul mass outbreaks remained the same, and if he was being truthful, even less than what it had been before the World Tear opened.
With each rank call, the overall level of breach and chaotic soul mass outbreak threats on the mainlands seemed to lessen in their absence. Till the point that when Micah finally left Aethelos, the most dangerous outbreaks he heard reports of were within the Adept level of threat.
It was only when he arrived in Feraxia, and at the world tear specifically, that he finally understood why.
Everyone. Arcanist and Ossuarist. Literally every single person of note was here.
This wasn’t like anything he’d ever seen before.
In the history books, there’d been records of events that had brought the attention of world powers, where Arcanists and Ossuarists had needed to join efforts hand in hand.
But not to this current scale. It wasn’t even close.
