Inside Helial's Soul

Alessandro looked at the screen with his usual attention and a grin on his face.

"Oh, how terrifying are these human Immortals," he laughed, elbowing Bucephalus; the latter, in response, chuckled.

"What about their bodies?" asked the horse.

"Pulverized," Alexander replied.

Iblis choked on tea for the umpteenth time and began to cough convulsively.

"Stop interfering!" roared the Devil, still shocked by coughing fits. More and more nervous, he threw the cup that was floating in front of his face at his new companions.

Alexander deftly dodged the boiling tea and shrugged.

“After all, Cesar's Clan and I do the same job: we protect your disciple. What's so different? "

"Damn, what's different is that you are one of the most powerful Immortals who ever lived!" Iblis was really losing his temper. He hadn't calmed down yet since he had changed fate and brought David to the planet.

Bucephalus and Alexander had avoided pointing out that the only one to blame was him.

…

In the Colosseum

Cesar felt a strange vigour that went beyond his physical state and reached his inner peace. It wasn't just power, it was also awareness. The golden sword he held in his hand glowed with divine light, dazzling, capable of cutting through space itself.

Mos Maiorum was a Skill that only the King of Orma possessed. Each old King left his own spiritual heritage, a fragment of his own Divine Sense, condensed in the form of a crystal that was melted within the Meridians of the new King during the secret ceremonial of the coronation. Only a select few knew how to melt the crystal into the Meridians of the new King and extract it to give to the successor.

From generation to generation, the Kings passed down their experiences, part of their own soul and their power within the crystal.

When Cesar had received the crystal, he had not felt the solemnity of that gesture. He had seen it as an upgrade, not understanding what great responsibility its ownership entailed.

Now, having found himself having to use it for the first time to avert the ruin of Orma, he understood why his ancestors had created the crystal.

…

Helial knew he had to do something to save his friends.

He watched the barrier closely, one hand resting on the invisible screen of energy. He tried to examine it.

Skill Activated:

Perception

CRASH

BOOOM

An explosion in the sky caught Helial's attention. The boy looked up to where Cesar was fighting over the barrier.

In the smoke of the blast, Helial could make out the figure of Lostro, slowly rising to his feet on the top of the shield that covered the Colosseum, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"Fucking Goblin," Lostro swore.

The Troll had never thought that defeating the Goblin King and taking over their city would be easy, but he didn't know Cesar had hidden such a strong weapon.

Cesar was surrounded by a divine, ancient and terrifying Aura.

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As Helial watched the fight, Cesar's gaze reached him, and with that also a message: Take all the warriors inside the Colosseum and flee in different directions. The battle will be long and the outcome is uncertain. I can't let Orma fall, but you have to stay alive. You and the others, go and hide in the cities of Humans. But be careful, the Immortals dressed in black are all Human and may come looking for you.

Helial use the Divine Sense with which Cesar had sent him the message to reply.

He thought carefully about what he should say. Cesar had helped Helial have a new life, a home, a chance to train and get stronger, and he did it without asking him for anything in return.

He would have liked to say many things to Cesar: that he was sorry for having created so many problems within the walls of Orma, for having turned the Senate upside down, for Snowflake's huge debts at the starred restaurants in the city. Cesar was another legendary figure to whom Helial was in debt.

The Goblin King had picked him up from the ground and had him treated, he had let him into the royal palace, welcoming Lumia and a restless cat with him, believing in something that went beyond his own race and prejudices. And all this, he had done after that same boy had tried to kill him.

Helial took a deep breath, trying to convert all of his feelings into a single word.

Thank you.

Helial concentrated the Mana of Lightning and Blood on his hands.

A water-like layer of energy covered his arms. The boy had already deactivated the Runes, for fear that his body would no resist while using them. Once they got out of there, they would all need some time to regain their strength.

The Mana of Blood and Lightning, generated by Scarlet Tear and Morning Lightning, were so pure that they possessed abilities beyond normal comprehension.

Helial broke through the barrier with ease, as if it were made of butter.

CRACK

A crack formed within the barrier which Helial, focused and attentive, slowly widened. If it weren't for the Mana of Lightning and Blood, which with their purity were capable of corroding less pure Mana, no one could have pulled them out of the barrier.

Looking at the crack that Helial had created within the barrier, no one could help but wonder how it could be that the young Human had done such a thing. Even the Immortals, despite being busy fighting, watched the indestructible barrier as it opened so easily at the touch of one hand.

Cesar was not at all surprised. He had long ago understood that Helial was capable of such an action. After all, it was the same kid who had managed to wound him when he hadn't reached even the First Phase.

This fact was already extraordinary in itself, but what Cesar did not know was that such acts were possible thanks to the purest types of Mana - that of Iblis a few years earlier and now those of Blood and Lightning.

Helial called Snowflake and Lumia, who had just finished a slaughter and eliminated all enemies, and signalled to them that the gap was large enough to cross.

Most of the Goblins had survived. They could consider themselves lucky, considering what kind of monsters they had faced. An untidy mass pushed its way through the gap and began to disperse in every direction. They would go look for their families to protect them, or to find shelter waiting for the battle to end; others helped spectators who had been injured and had not yet found an escape route.

Only Helial, Lumia, Snowflake, Vlad, and Circe's group remained in the arena.

Helial crossed the passage he had created a little earlier and entered one of the internal corridors of the Colosseum, the ones where the various groups usually waited their turn in the clashes.

When he stopped, Lumia approached him and gave him a stern look. The girl had now become a small woman and, despite being still twelve years old, the difficulties she had experienced had forced her to grow up fast.

Helial looked each of those who had remained with him and felt a pressing absence. Frankenstein was dead. Lulu was dead.

Swallowing the pain, Helial looked up, where Cesar was still intent on fighting: "We must go too."

Circe, Sidra, Lev, Zion and Francesca agreed with him. They decided they would find a safe hiding place because they were all sensitive targets and would only get in the way of their parents.

Snowflake walked with his muzzle facing the ground. His eyes were red and his breathing was still laboured. Killing the Revenant hadn't been enough to ease the pain.

“The enemies’ big shots are all busy, but I don't exclude that there may be others around here. We will assume an Arrow Formation, Snowflake and… "Helial hesitated but continued," and Lumia. "

Lumia seemed particularly pleased with the recognition and nodded.

“Lumia and Snowflake will stand a few kilometres ahead of us and protect us. They are the fastest and if they spot any problems, they will report immediately. I will be behind them, to deal with any threats pass past hem. While Zion, Lev, Sidra and Francesca will be at the centre of the Formation, being the weakest. "

Helial had been harsh, but he had told the truth. There was no time to protest.

“Circe and Vlad, on the other hand, will be in the rear. None of you can go into battle without first evaluating the situation, okay? "

Helial looked at everyone, admonishing them silently, but mostly Snowflake. He was afraid that the cat might do some huge bullshit because of his mood.

Everyone nodded except the cat.

"Snowflake", Helial resumed, "two of our companions are already dead because of me, I don't want more lives on my conscience, understood?"

As if awakening from a trance, the cat glared at him. For a moment everyone thought that the situation had become rather difficult, but they changed their mind the next moment.

“Well, fuck me, does this Supreme Cat have to be a scout and also pay attention? Where is my royal seat? Bah!"

Just then, a loud and deafening sound came from the new pendant that Snowflake was wearing around his neck.

DRIIIN DRIIIN DRIIIN

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