From my family's perspective at the dinner table, three-year-old Beric sat quietly, sipping water with careful precision. He was well-mannered, making no mess, and nearly finished with his meal. Soon, he would retreat to his parents' bedroom to play with his toys.
But that was their perspective.
Through my eyes, I soared high above an endless forest, the vast canopy stretching beneath me. Occasionally, another bird crossed my path, but the moment they sensed my presence, they scattered in fear. The sun blazed overhead, showing no signs of sinking beneath the clouds. I was seeing through the eyes of Nightclaw. It was through an ability I had gained from Nightclaw’s hunting—one I chose to call “Sense Share”.
The fact that you’re actually proud of coming up with that is crazy.
“Do you have a better name?”
Soul sense share.
“Unplug yourself.”
What? What does that even mean?
“You’re basically a machine. I’m telling you to pull the plug. Get the gears flowing.”
Ohhhh, you’re telling me to ki-
“Don’t get us censored now.”
Sense share is, in simple terms, the ability to see, hear, and feel everything a summon experiences. Right now, for example, I’m seeing exactly what Nightclaw sees. However, it’s important to understand that I’m not overtaking his sight, but that he’s merely sharing his senses with me. That’s why he can still fly freely, navigating the skies as he normally would. While I may be soaring high above the forest through Nightclaw’s vision, I can still see through my own eyes as well. If I had to describe it, rather than perceiving the two sights separately, my brain merges both images, making it feel as though I’m seeing them simultaneously. In essence, my eyes are registering two distinct realities, but my mind organizes them into something I can fully comprehend. At the moment, I can only do one sense at a time.
But, anyway, I’ve gotten the hang of it now, since I can easily switch back and forth from Nightclaw’s eyes to my own. The reason as to why I’m using it is because I’m searching for a specific creature.
Oh, my radar’s telling me that there’s one near to the left.
There’s another ability I’ve developed—a fusion of sense share and soul sense. While using Nightclaw’s vision, I activate soul sense to detect nearby souls. Since Sys provides me with their general locations, I can simply command Nightclaw to fly toward them while I focus on examining them more closely with soul sense. This isn’t a pre-existing ability but something I created on my own. I think this is what Death meant when he said I would have to discover the possibilities of soul magic for myself.
If you’re also wondering, yes, due to the level ups that Beric has undergone, I’ve also gained a small radar that can sometimes locate living beings nearby.
Emphasis on sometimes. This is the fourth time Sys has supposedly “located” something.
Well, maybe it’ll become better if you could level up faster.
Sys is right, a rare occurrence, which is why we’re currently searching for this creature.
If you’re curious, I decided to name this ability “Radar”.
“Yeah, no one was curious about that. Wait, you got on my ass about my naming skills, and you named your radar ‘Radar’?”
Is there a problem?
Do you see what I have to deal with?
Anyway, while I continue my search, there’s one more thing I should explain about sense share. While the skill naturally improves as I level up, its effectiveness also depends on my affinity with the summon. That’s why I had Nightclaw start hunting other hawks—to strengthen our connection and enhance our shared vision. My affinity is primarily determined by how many times I’ve absorbed the souls of the same type of creature. The more I absorb, the stronger the connection becomes.
Right up ahead.
Sharing the information to Nightclaw, I watched as Nightclaw suddenly went down into a dive, carefully maneuvering through the thick thickets below.
It should be a few feet away.
“Found it.” Finally, we found one—a solitary, injured wolf. Its silver fur gleamed under the light, its massive frame exuding strength despite its battered state. Cold, calculating yellow eyes swept across its surroundings, ever watchful. Its ears stood alert, tuned in for the slightest disturbance. The wolf’s sharp teeth flashed as it panted, its breath heavy with exhaustion. Scars and fresh wounds marked its body, remnants of a brutal battle. Blood matted its fur, and its right eye, nearly clawed from its socket, bore the evidence of a fierce struggle.
I switched out of sense share, just as I finished my plate. After thanking my family
for the meal, I hurriedly got down and rushed back to my parents’ room.
“Sys, how far away is Nightclaw?”
447 meters away from your current position. Mainly eastern, with a slight northern slope.
That’s pretty close to where I am, about a 3-4 minute walk. The maximum distance Nightclaw can travel away from me before we lose connection is 500 meters, which is admittedly a pretty small range.
Should we start?
“Yep.”
Nightclaw carried the corpses of a few animals that I had absorbed, dropping them strategically to create a trail for the wolf to follow. My goal was to lead it to a specific location. Judging by its condition, the wolf was exhausted, but I also saw that it was hungry. That worked in my favor. Soon, another ally would also join Nightclaw to assist in luring it closer.
That reminds me. I should check up on Drill.
Using sense share, I shifted my vision to Drill, my badger summon. She was already hard at work, tearing through the earth with relentless speed. Her black legs moved in a blur, her translucent, razor-sharp claws shredding the dirt with ruthless efficiency. I needed a sizable hole to serve as a trap for the wolf, which is why I enlisted Drill’s help. Badgers are among the strongest diggers in the animal kingdom—so powerful that, back on Earth, they could even burrow through solid concrete.
WOAH WHAT IS TH- oh it’s just Melvin.
Hey Melvin.
A sudden, ghostly movement caught my eye as a spectral head emerged from the dirt, nearly making me jump. But I quickly recognized it as Melvin, my mole summon. I had also summoned Melvin to help dig the hole alongside Drill, speeding up the process. Now, it seemed his job was done. As he fully surfaced, his pitch-black body shimmered with a bluish-purple aura. Then, in a swift motion, he leaped from the hole like an indigo blur.
After scanning the hole thoroughly, I was satisfied. It was deep enough to trap at least one wolf. Now, the next step was disguising it. Fortunately, Nightclaw had already placed sticks across the top, forming a support framework. Once he finished layering them in a crisscross pattern, Drill and Melvin had continued digging to maximize the depth. Now that their work was done, all that remained was for them to carefully lay the thin sheets of bark and leaves they had gathered over the sticks, completing the camouflage. The two set to work quickly, picking up the debris and carefully hiding the trap.
It’s so much easier now, isn’t it?
“Yeah.” I thought back to when I was still 1, a toddler that could barely run. I reminisced back on that rat trap plan, remembering how hard it was to do everything on my own. The struggles of distracting the family, finding the right soul to absorb, and the timing to do everything……….along with the beehive.
That was a rough time.
“Sure was.” But now, I have some allies who can help with my plans. I mean, it’s not like they can help with everything, but they can definitely pull their weight…………….That’s weird. I was kind of expecting the Corrupt Voice to appear after I thought that………I wonder why it chose to be silent now.
They’re done.
“Nice work, you two.” Checking the trap out and seeing that it was now fully camouflaged, I recalled the two back into my soul.
Level: 49
* Strength: 113
* Speed: 116
* Stamina: 129
* Endurance: 131
* Durability: 110
* Mana: 141
* Soul Rank: Stable
* Soul Color: Purple
Ever since my huge increase in levels, I’m able to summon more summons at a time: Nightclaw, Drill, and Melvin………Oh, I should probably introduce Jittear.
Ensuring I had enough mana and that everyone outside remained occupied with their meals, I summoned Jittear. A wispy rabbit emerged, its black ears tinged with a faint blue hue. A soft purple aura radiated from its form, and its white eyes, though lifeless, gleamed with awareness. With a single command, Jittear vanished through the window, a black blur cutting through the night. Jittear was the final piece in the plan—the one who would assist Nightclaw in leading the wolf into the trap. The wolf was only about 200 meters away, meaning it wouldn’t be long before it arrived.……Alright, alright, I’ll tell you the origin behind Jittear’s name.
Nah you’re good. No one was asking you about that.
Rabbits are known for their exceptional hearing, capable of detecting sounds from nearly two miles away. They can also hear much higher frequencies than humans. With these traits in mind, along with their natural tendency to be jittery at the slightest hint of a predator, I came up with Jittear.
How about you explain something actually meaningful?
“Alright, fine.” In the empty room, making sure everybody outside was busy with their meals, I silently summoned Rogue…….and Juno.
You may have noticed that I stopped referring to my summons with "it" and started using actual pronouns instead. This shift happened after I absorbed the souls of multiple types of the same creatures, and a new option unlocked for me—a gender option. I’d been wondering about this a few years ago, remember? What would happen when I leveled up enough to summon multiple rats, or any other creature for that matter? Well, now I can explain. It seems that with enough soul absorption, my summons gain more individuality, including a defined gender. It’s as though, by understanding the essence of the creatures better through their souls, I can now perceive them in a more personal way.
We know that, in the past, it wasn’t possible due to my insufficient mana. But after I gained Nightclaw, I finally had enough mana to summon at least two rats. That’s when I discovered something unexpected: I could summon multiple rats, but the following summons weren’t as refined as Rogue. Stay with me now. Rogue, in a sense, is the archetype. Since he was the first soul summoned using the rat soul template and has his own unique template, he’s basically perfect. He’s agile, intelligent, and able to understand orders with total control over his motor skills. But when I summoned a second rat, I immediately realized something was off. It moved, yes, but it wasn’t as observant, and it couldn’t follow even a simple order. At first, I thought it was a matter of building the same bond I had with Rogue, that perhaps I needed to befriend it. However, this new rat showed no signs of acknowledgment. It simply did its own thing, bumping into walls and stumbling over everything in its path, completely unaware of me or my commands.
That’s when Sys and I came up with a hypothesis.
We know that for a summon to appear, a soul is required. After the first summon, a template is formed, which serves as a saving point for any progress or training the summon undergoes. What this means is that each template needs its own soul, but a soul isn’t necessarily capable of being used for multiple templates. A summon, while not being a “perfect” recreation of the deceased being, is still a working copy that requires the same level of soul composition as the being it’s based on. So, if Beric were to summon two rats that take their form from the same soul, it would make sense that one of the rats wouldn’t be as effective as the other. The first summon, Rogue, had the benefit of a perfectly formed template and a single soul to draw from. But when summoning the second rat, the soul’s essence was divided, and the resulting summon wasn’t as well put together. It lacked the observance, coordination, and control that Rogue possessed. Essentially, the soul’s energy and structure weren’t enough to support two distinct, fully functional templates, leading to a weaker, less capable summon.
Basically, I needed to absorb more rats for more rat summons. The same probably applies to other creatures. But ants? I guess it’s because they’re not as developed.
Let’s keep being silent, friend.
“Did you say something, Sys?”
Yeah, I was wondering when you were going to explain Juno.
“Oh, right.” After absorbing more rats, specifically a female one, I ended up summoning Juno. It was by this point that I realized I would need to stop referring to them as “it”. So, I started naming them based on their gender. For example, Juno. “Say hi.”
Stolen story; please report.
Juno then spun around in a circle, her small frame moving with surprising agility. She added a small jump, her paws pushing off the ground just enough for a fluid landing. With a burst of energy, she kicked up into a handstand, holding it for a brief moment before pushing herself off the ground. She flipped mid-air, landing softly with a light thud, her tail flicking proudly behind her.
We got rats aura farming now.
She looks very similar to Rogue, being a summoning and all, but she does squeak at just a higher pitch and she’s slightly smaller.
You also……unconsciously know because she’s your summon.
“True, true.” Just to clarify, a rat summon requires about 25 mana, and similarly sized creatures like moles fall into the same range. Drill, being significantly larger, requires 40 mana, while Jittear, a slightly larger creature than Rogue, needs 30 mana. Nightclaw, however, is the heaviest on mana usage, needing a total of 50 mana to summon. Right now, I have Rogue, Juno, Jittear, and Nightclaw summoned. Altogether, that’s 130 mana spent, leaving me with only 11 mana remaining. I’m trying to be cautious not to use up all of it, since Sys warned me that I might pass out if I do.
Beric, they’re near.
“Gotcha.” It’s time to get this show on the road.
You thought you sounded so cool saying that, huh?
“Alright, FUCK YO-”
Skipping ahead.
Walking on the way to the lumberyard, I trailed slowly behind Dad, who was leading the way with a steady, purposeful stride. He had some work to attend to, and after my request to join, he agreed to let me come along. That is, on the condition that I would watch and help out in any way that I can.
Can you guess why I did that?
I’ll give a hint. Around this time is when Arthur and Elaine leave the house for school, so only Merrol will be at the house. This also means that only Lucian and Beric will be at the lumberyard. Keep in mind that the pitfall trap is near the lumberyard.
“I think you gave a bit too many hints.”
We arrived at the lumberyard, and Dad wasted no time. He pulled a small pocket knife from his pocket and began carefully chipping away at what I recognized as a wooden chair in the making. I, on the other hand, focused on transporting and arranging the supplies he’d need. I needed to wait for Nightclaw and Jittear before I would continue with the plan.
You should probably check up on Nightclaw.
“You’re right.” Activating sense share, I peered into the eyes of Nightclaw. Like I had hoped, Nightclaw was leaving behind small remains, just enough for the wolf to smell and find, but not enough to sate its hunger. “How close, Sys?”
Around 100 meters to the trap.
Switching to Jittear, I found him hiding in a bush, watching the wolf eat a small scrap that Nightclaw dropped. “It’s time. Go, Jittear.”
As soon as the wolf finished its meal, Jittear sprang into action. With a sudden burst, he appeared, his ears perked as he locked eyes with the wolf. Without hesitation, he darted off, bouncing swiftly through the foliage. The wolf, spotting Jittear, finished its small meal in a quick gulp and immediately gave chase. Just as I had hoped, the wolf’s hunger and instincts took over, and it began pursuing Jittear, following him deeper into the woods.
I should make my way too now. “Hey, Dad.”
Dad let out a grunt, deeply engrossed in his work.
“I have to go poop.” I explained while slowly walking back.
He let out another grunt, a sign of his understanding.
I then went to the outhouse like I said.
Yeah, I lied. Though, that was obvious, right?
After getting far enough from the main path, I broke off and started heading towards the trap. Though I didn’t know the exact route, I had Nightclaw mark the trees along the way to guide me. Following the trail of marks for about two minutes, I finally arrived at a small clearing, the location of the camouflaged hole. Without the advantage of my previous knowledge from sense share, I probably wouldn’t have spotted it through the camouflage. It blended seamlessly with the surroundings, almost invisible to anyone who wasn’t looking for it.
They’re only around 30 meters away. Hide.
Stumbling to a bush, I squatted low, waiting. Only a few seconds passed before Jittear emerged from the foliage, hopping lightly across the trap. Moments later, the wolf appeared, sprinting after Jittear, desperate to catch its prey. It made a sudden leap, an attempt to catch Jittear……..Unlucky. The wolf jumped right onto the trap, and as its weight hit the sticks, they gave way. The wolf's claws swiped at the air, but there was nothing to grab onto. It fell with a crash, tumbling down into the hole along with the broken sticks. The trap had worked perfectly.
Letting out a quick sigh, I stepped out from my hiding spot. Jittear came right over to me, expecting a reward. “Good job, buddy.”
Patting Jittear’s head, his ears flopped wildly, and he let out a small, satisfied squeak at the reward.
Nightclaw appeared soon after, roosting on a tree nearby.
“You also did well, Nightclaw.”
Nightclaw simply let out a quiet chirp, before I recalled both to my soul.
It’s time to deal with the wolf.
Walking up to the hole, I peered down at the struggling wolf. It was frantic, desperately clawing at the dirt, searching for any ledge to cling to, but there was nothing to find. Its frantic movements were so desperate that it hadn’t even noticed me yet. That was probably due to Rogue. I had summoned him specifically to draw the wolf’s attention away from me. Rogue, agile and quick, darted around just out of the wolf’s reach, serving as a type of false hope.
After all, if it couldn’t even notice me, then how could it possibly notice the small group of ants that were crawling up to it? How could it notice the ants, one by one, climbing up its legs? Did it finally notice them when they started entering its nose?
It did.
It tried to forcefully blow them out, but only a few ants were affected.
The rest that stayed continued on, entering the olfactory nerve. Through this, they would eventually reach the brain.
And when they finally do, they would-
I was cut off by the howls of the wolf, as it began banging its head on the ground. It seems that the ants have already begun. They were eating its brain.
While this method might not be the quickest or the most silent, it should work just fine. I could already imagine Dad's reaction—he'd probably be a little unnerved, worrying about my safety, but he'd also remember that I could just lock the outhouse door. I was supposed to be taking a dump, after all. It wouldn’t be strange for me to spend a little extra time there.
With each smash, the wolf’s head became more disfigured, and the howl louder.
This is inhumane as fuck.
“It is, but it’s not a human, now is it?”
………I guess.
Finally, the howls became silent. The banging stopped, and the hole stopped shaking.
The wolf died.
“Can I reach the wolf from here?”
I believe so.
Soul sense……….got the soul……..tether…….begin. The soul absorption process started.
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I’m blind again. I rely on my nose, smelling the damp earth and the wet fur of others near me. I hear the whimpering of pups yearning for milk, and the rustling of a larger being moving towards us. It then becomes cramped, as what I took to be the mother of the pack moving us towards her belly. Opening, I indulged in milk, nourishing my strength and hunger. The pups try to push each other to make room, and I do the same. Thankfully, I secured my own spot. I lay resting, sucking greedily. I felt her slow heartbeat, along with the quick heartbeats of my siblings.
It’s warm.
It’s bright now. The sun shines brightly, casting a warm golden glow into the den, filling the space with light. The pack is lively, with Mother resting while the pups frolic and play. Their small grey bodies tumble over each other, playfully headbutting and grabbing for dominance. I join in, eager to be part of it, but soon realize I shouldn't have. Every time I try, I lose. They’re faster, stronger, and bigger. No matter how hard I struggle, I can't get on top. I’m too small, too slow to escape their hold.
I’m too weak.
The world outside is vast, filled with towering trees, surging rivers, and the fresh scent of small critters scurrying through the glades. I follow a larger wolf, watching in awe as he moves with purpose. His silver fur gleams, and his golden eyes seem to see everything. He pauses, ears perked, then suddenly launches forward. His powerful muscles propel him through the air, and with a swift swipe of his massive paws, he pulls a rabbit from the bushes. It’s over in an instant. Father is skilled at hunting. I want to be just like him, so I mimic his movements. I listen intently, but hear nothing. I sniff the air, but smell nothing. I look around, but see nothing.
I’m not good at this.
I feel stronger. My fur has the same shine as Father. My paws are firm and strong, and my legs are brimming with muscles. I can hear the rushing waters of the river nearby. I can smell the faint traces of a fight. I can see the rustling bushes, perfect hiding spots for prey.
I feel confident.
I went to meet with Father, to ask if I could hunt with him as well. I wonder if I’m able to prove myself worthy yet. When I see him, I howl to receive his attention. He turns around………But he seems off. Why is he growling? Why is he getting into position to dash? Why is he baring his fangs at me? Why are his eyes filled with scorn and displeasure?
Are my eyes the same?
I bumped into a tree. I look behind to see that I left a small trail of blood. I can’t falter. I keep moving, hoping to find any possible prey.
I was banished.
I lost the battle against Father. It seemed that there wasn’t enough room for 2 strong males……..an alpha, one could say. But, I wasn’t ready to fight. I didn’t want to fight, for that matter. All I could do was avoid his attacks, to tire him out in hopes of convincing him to stop.
From where did I gain such an ego?
I couldn't possibly avoid his attacks. With each swipe and bite, my injuries kept on increasing. I tried to run, but I was too slow. I tried to bite back, but I was too weak. I tried to howl, to voice out a request of surrendering…………..
But I was too quiet.
I’m alone now, resting in a small burrow beneath a tree. I can't afford to be picky about where I sleep. As I tend to my wounds, I hear quiet footsteps approaching. I peek my head out, scanning my surroundings. Who could it be? There, another wolf. A female. As I stand, she tilts her head towards me, acknowledging my presence. We move closer, sniffing each other, silently assessing one another’s qualities.
I like her.
We stayed together. We hunt together, eat together, and sleep in the same burrow, though not side by side. I try to grow closer to her, but she keeps me at a distance. On days when she’s not successful in a hunt, I offer her some of my food. She never says thank you, but I don’t mind. I really do like her.
Is it the same for her?
Another wolf appears. She doesn’t recognize them and hides in the burrow behind me. I cautiously step forward, barking out, demanding a response. The wolf stays silent. Moving closer, I finally recognize him—he’s from the same litter I was born in. He’s my brother. I approach him, expecting him to recognize me as well……..but instead, he bares his fangs.
I pause. I’ve seen this before.
He lowers into position, preparing to-
Dash. He’s going to dash forward.
He glares, his golden eyes boring right through me.
You’re just like him, aren’t you?
He leaps forward, aimed right at me.
I refuse for things to happen a second time. I dash forward as well, aiming to win.
…………..But, I was always the weak one out of the pack.
And besides…….how could I possibly have the strength to willingly hurt a brother?
I walk away. I look behind. Once again, I’m leaving behind a trail of blood. She chose him. It’s normal of her to do that. Female wolves will usually pick the stronger one.
I was simply not good enough for her.
The forest is quieter than I remember. I don’t hear the river anymore. I don’t smell fights any longer. I don’t see the slight rustling of bushes. I can’t sense anything anymore. I know nothing………besides one thing.
I’m alone now.
I wonder if it’s my fault. Is it my fault that I’m so weak? Is it my fault that I couldn’t beat Father? Is it my fault that I couldn’t prove myself worthy to her? Is it my fault that I couldn't even protect myself?..........It is, isn't it? If I was just normal, I wouldn’t have thought of unnecessary things like that. If I was normal, I would've been willing to hurt my family. If I was normal………..
I wouldn’t have let them win against me.
I wonder if this is a form of reparations for my suffering. I think this as I spot the remains of a small animal on the ground………Whatever. I greedily eat the remains, but it doesn’t sate my hunger. I look around, and I spot more. I ate it. I spotted another. I eat, I look. I eat, I look. I eat, I look. I eat, I…..I spot a rabbit. It spots me too.
I chase it.
The hunger in me fuels my hunt, forcing me to run. The rabbit uses bushes and logs as cover, but I merely jump over them all. We ran for a long time, until finally, I noticed it slowing down. The rabbit noticed too. In a last ditch-effort, the rabbit jumps. I jump too.
Except, I’m the only one that falls.
I scratch at the walls. Nothing. I howl for help. Nothing. I try to jump out. Nothing.
I’m trapped.
Something’s in my nose. I try to force whatever is out, and I see a few ants fly out. But something’s wrong. I can feel more entering through my nostrils. I shake my head in response, but to no avail. They’re in.
They’re in my head.
I then feel a sudden headache as what I can only describe as pieces of my mind fracture. I bang my head on the ground. I know what’s happening.
They’re eating my brain.
I continue banging my head. The pain keeps worsening. What can I do? How can I get them out? Why is this happening to me?
Someone please help.
I howl once more. I don’t hear anybody. I sniff the air for any signs, but I can only smell the dirt of my soon-to-be coffin. I look out once more, but I can only see…….darkness?............Ah, I lost my sight.
I’m going to die here.
I stop smashing my head. I’m only making my pain worse. I should just focus on minimizing the damage. All I can do now is try to have a peaceful death……..even if this pain is unbearable. I crawl into a sleeping position. I open my mouth…….there’s nothing to drink from. Why did I do that?........
……….I’m scared. Where’s everybody? Where’s Mother and Father? Where are my siblings? I squeeze myself, but I’m not enough to fill my emptiness. I never was. I’m never enough.
It’s cold.
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I stifled a cry in pain. My head rang like crazy. It felt like my brain was being reduced to liquid form.
Beric?
“I know, I know.” I went to a nearby tree, using it to lean on. Caressing my forehead, I waited for the headache to pass.
A small critter bounded up my leg and onto my shoulder. It was Rogue. Despite his lifeless eyes, I could feel a sort of concern on his face. He snuggled within my neck.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” The headache was slowly starting to subside.
“I’m here, Master Beric.”
“I know Sys, I know.” 3 grueling minutes passed, before finally, it reached a bearable point. I let out a deep sigh. These Original Insights are annoying as hell to go through.
“Are you okay, Master?”
“Yeah, I am……heh, since when did you refer to me as Master?”
Uh…..Beric?
“Hmm?”
Who were you talking to just now?
“.....Huh?”
I didn’t mind it too much attention, since you were under a lot of mental stress…….but why are you still conversing with somebody?
“......That wasn’t you?” What was going on?
No?
If it wasn’t Sys, then who was-
“Master?”
I turned to the voice. It was Rogue.
No, there’s no way-
He looked at me with a quizzical look. “Is something wrong?”
Holy shit.
“Rogue?”
“Yes?”
………..”Hey, Sys, aren’t you supposed to tell me whenever I unlock a new ability?”
Wha- well, yeah, but I didn’t know that this was po-.........
“Why’d you stop?”
*cough* ahem…….I uh….I just now received the notification of you gaining…….the ability……..”Soul Communication”.
………….
……………
“Splendid job as always, Sys.”
I’m sorry.