It was dark.

I leaned against the wall, my breathe was rough, unstable as i felt there was something stuck in my lungs. Every breath I took was shallow at best, but as long as I can breathe I can live. I guess.

A healing spell would be helpful right now, but i dont have one at the moment. All I was taught about when it came to spells were movement techniques, and some basic magic like {Life Detection} but that's about it. When I get out of here, I'm learning attack based spells.

Ruminating on my situation. It reminded me of the brilliant idea I had. Falling into the abyss like crack, where even light was gone, wasn't the best solution but it was the only solution. I was desperate, what can I say?

I scanned my whole body, noticing that there were several fractures i incurred, and from my guesses i need some time to heal.

But at least it was only this much, Mr Lucius helped break my fall somewhat..

“And I get no thank you.”

“Ah I'm sorry, thank you Mr Lucius.”

“Your Welcome child.”

He replied before vanishing. I sighed as I thought back to my plea for help, yet the only reply I got was 'Help yourself'. Well, that's that.

So now I'm here, helping myself. I didn’t expect Mr Lucius to help me at all that much. It's best that I start growing up a little bit. Though i did ask him if he knew a healing spell that could fix me up and he responded cryptically.

‘You already have it’. he responded.

But I don't? I didn't understand what he meant, and I still don't understand what he meant. How did i already have it? The only few spells and techniques I know are {Life Detection} and {Lightning Movement}. How can i have a healing spell with me?

But then it hit me, I smacked my head as I realized that I still have that one thing, the key to becoming something more than myself. It's not my inherent handsomeness but something else in my soul. Finally finding a way to solve my current predicament, I chanted.

“[Open.]”

In the next moment, my [Lexicon] appeared before me. Its warm radiating light eased the worries in my mind, and also allowed me to see a little of my surroundings. Still in the dark but not in total darkness.

I gazed at its cover and I felt that it was calling it out to me, its presence seemingly trying to communicate its intentions. For reasons unknown to me at the time, I grabbed ahold of the [Lexicon] and opened it.

The first page appeared, its vault of knowledge rushed to my mind, as I instantly understood what it meant without reading. But there were some parts of it which were somehow locked, like a memory from long ago being hazy.

Embedded in the first page was an introduction to what my [Class] is. The introduction didn't make sense.

“All is one and one is all, the void is nothingness yet nothingness is everything.”

I skipped that part and moved into the more fun stuff, like the first skill sets I can learn, under the 1st Movement, [Void].

And by a stroke of luck, there was a healing spell under it. It seemed what Mr Lucius said was true, my class was indeed versatile. But when I continued reading the description under the spell [Forest’s Touch]. It said that I can indeed heal myself or someone, but its restrictions are unreasonable.

Like I can only heal surface wounds like cuts and bruises, not internal injuries. It's said that I can heal internal injuries when I'm in the Intermediate Layer of the skill. That sucks.

I didn't fully understand its effects but its effects are wondrous. The Beginner layer of it allows me to heal external wounds without a problem. Once I reach the peak layer of it, then I can heal their exterior instantly. Neat.

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Its cost though, well it's not pretty. When I use it, it will at least burn up close to twenty percent of my mana. Needless to say i won't be using it multiple times like {Lightning Movement}, dang it.

There was nothing I could do, except to wait and see what happens. Bide my time, wait for my mana reserves to become full, and crush the guy who made me like this. Oh just you wait.

I leaned against the wall, sitting in the open darkness, unable to see even my own two hands and feet. There was nothing I could see or do, except to be left alone with my own thoughts. I waited, and waited, and waited.

Then i no longer waited. Waiting was never my thing anyway. Gritting my teeth, i used the wall as a support and stood up with immense difficulty. Since i'm not idiotic enough to plunge myself to even more darkness, i shall follow the fall and see where it leads me.

‘Hmph yes, good plan. Nice one Cosmo.’ I praise myself.

Taking one step forward, I fell forward flat on my face, the taste of rock entering my mouth, its sandy texture rolling in my tongue. This is disgusting. I tried picking myself up yet my remaining strength had left me, so I was left with only lying on the ground.

‘Not a good plan Cosmo, not a good plan.’ I told myself.

All of a sudden I sensed a presence near me, and from my guess the person was quietly staring at me. I didn't even notice his presence before he got this close, this is bad.

“Hi?”

…

“Give me one good reason why I should let you leave this place with your head intact Morrison.”

Samuel grabbed Morrison by the scruff of his neck, pinning him against the bar counter. His countenance no longer playful, replaced with a deadly chill and impulse to slice someone's throat, particularly the man in front of him.

Morrison starred with an indifferent expression, not looking particularly fearful and instead continued on with what he was saying.

“As I said Samuel, Aki is the one now tasked with the extraction of Cosmo Le Strange.”

“Why? Tell me. Why the hell did you let that Lunatic anywhere near this country. The empire forbid him from entering our land because of the shit he pulled last time”

“I dont know.”

“What do you mean you dont know?”

“Samuel.”

“What.”

“Let me go.”

He didn't notice, his hands were flickering with black lightning, his aura growing more ominous by the second. He realized this and took a deep breath, letting go of Morrison as he went back to his seat.

William did the same as they both gulped down both of their drinks.

Entering the conversation he said. “As ordered by our most revenant Emperor, Aki Sunderhall is and will always be forbidden from entering our lands. A direct violation of the treaty between the two countries. If you wish to have a war between us, then you are welcome to do so.”

He spoke with a tone that seemed void of all emotions, stating the hard facts of the situation. Samuel looked on and added nothing, realizing that the situation might be out of his hands.

Morrison sat down but sat one seat apart from the two, making sure that he won't be either stabbed or be riddled with holes in the next second. But he was sure he could match them if worst comes to worst.

“I didn't want this to happen. But orders are orders, and despite my disagreement, i have no choice but to follow along.”

“Even if it might cause an uncounted number of lives?”

Samuel retorted as Morrison noticeably flinched. He looked at his hands, covered with scars of past battles dedicated to his God and for his country. He closed his eyes and replied with no words to say. Maybe not even knowing what to say.

William listened and decided that it was time to leave. He came for what he wanted and left with so much more. Whether it will be a good or bad thing, only the future knows. He stood up and left without saying goodbye.

Passing by Morrsion, he gave him a side eye but did not stop his footsteps, and soon enough he opened the door and came back from whence he came.

He felt a presence near him disappear, yet he let him go for no words were no longer needed to be exchanged. What's done is done, they both had their orders and they must be followed to the letter. Or does it? Samuel thought.

There was a slight grin on the side of his face but it disappeared as soon as it came. He snapped his fingers and appeared as one of the Assassins he had. He got close as he whispered a few things in his ear with the Assassins’ eyes bulging for a slight while, before he went back to his usual deadpan face.

“As you command.” the assassin replied, before disappearing from his spot and also following orders.

Samuel then acted like nothing happened and ordered another round, with Frank nodding and preparing another bottle of Sorel. He opened the cap and poured another one to Samuel, before going back to wiping the glasses and cleaning the table.

“Oh by the way Frank, where's Amy? Haven't seen her today per usual.”

Frank gazed at Samuels eyes for a while and said, “Hunting.”

“Hunting? Ah I see…”

Hearing what Frank said, he didn't think much of it until he realized what he meant. With his eyes looking serious, he looked back at Frank and asked.

“Are you sure? She might die, you know.”

“Everyday we are dying little by little, and yet some are Living despite it. She has made her choice. ”

“How poetic.” Samuel replied with a hint of admiration in his tone. He let the thought pass by and was about to continue drinking when he hesitantly asked, “But what if she did…”

Frank didn't reply and continued wiping the glass in silence, his eyes full of indifference and yet in that indifference, there was something else in it. He then hummed a tune, his humming echoing within the confines of the bar.

Samuel listened with delight as he remembered that Frank was a good singer, and yet he felt a slight chill down his spine. He pressed it down and savored the glass of Sorel in his hands.