Damien woke up to the sounds of seagulls and water crashing on a shore along with the feeling of a very comfortable bed. He almost wanted to go back to sleep but was held back when his brain caught up to the questions of how and when he got there. His brain was still woozy and he somehow had headaches, probably from his sudden unconsciousness, strange. He remembered hearing a voice just before he lost consciousness, probably the world spirit, but the voice was kind of different, so maybe I was hallucinating from getting chucked so bad, he thought, but just as soon remembered that his mental faculties couldn't be easily tampered with at his level and certainly not from hitting his head.

That was when his brain caught up to the fact that he wasn't alone in the room.

Sitting up, he finally took in the room. He was in a massive luxurious room, with the walls painted in a white colour, with a black and white striped rug placed on the floor. A chandelier with hundreds of bulbs hung on the high ceiling, and a look through the open windows brought him the view of a breathtaking view of the ocean, complete with the smell of calming ocean wind.

"When you're done admiring the room, you can then tell me how you're feeling."

He looked over to see Keilan sitting on one side of the room, an open book in his hands. He smiled when Damien turned towards him, but Damien could see the concern in the other man's eyes.

"Aside from this woozy feeling and the strange headache I have, I think I'm fine." He said.

Keilan only looked more concerned. "That's strange, you're not supposed to have any sort of natural head illness, let me call in one of the healers to come have you checked." He stretched his hands to the runes placed on the wall to his right.

"No, no no, I'm sure I must have gotten thoroughly checked during my state of unconsciousness," he said. "Judging from how undressed I am," He looked at the other man with a raised eyebrow.

"They had to remove all your clothing to have you thoroughly checked. You don't know how strange and worrying it is for a spirit lord to suddenly lose consciousness."

Damien sighed, he did know how worrying it was. The moment one begins a path in cultivation, that is the day you leave your mortality behind and start heading on a path to becoming something more. The more you climb higher in the ranks the more you get farther away from mere mortality and more closer to something otherworldly. At the rank of spirit lord, Damien was already halfway through to becoming something beyond the capacity of a world to contain. He shouldn't have been able to have any sort of natural illness, his body regeneration was too much for any sort of illness to take hold. so it had to be spiritual.

"I remember unlocking those runes in the cave and the wave of energy that followed, I was about to teleport away, thinking you were going to follow, but I was stopped by......" Anger flared through him as he remembered the world spirit stopping him with increased gravity and locking down space when he tried to teleport.

"Yes, I remember that too," Keilan said, an undertone of anger in his voice. "But there's nothing we can do about it."

Reluctant as he was to admit it, he had to accept that Keilan was right. What the world spirit did was immoral to most sensibilities, but in the world of cultivation everyone knew that the strong ruled, it was the number one rule. If you didn't want to be controlled by the whims of others, all you had to do was get stronger.

"How did you bring me here, I thought for sure that we were dead. The last seconds before I lost consciousness was of the wave hitting me and then stopping short, which was strange. When it touched me, I felt something scanning me and after it was done, the energy suddenly went back into the strange figurine before it entered my body

"That wasn't even the strangest thing that happened. Was it only me? Or did you also hear the voice?" He asked.

"What voice?" Keilan asked.

"The one that spoke to me before I lost consciousness, bypassing all my mental defences straight into my mind. I don't remember what was said."

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[I said 'Hello Damien, nice to finally meet you.] A voice said inside his head.

He froze. "Who's that?"

Keilan raised an eyebrow, looking around the room. "Keilan, there's nobody here. Are you sure you're alright? Maybe I should call in a healer."

"No, I'm alright. I just heard the voice again and I'm definitely sure that it's real and not a figment of my imagination," he said, stopping Keilan from voicing his obvious thoughts.

"Show yourself!" He said aloud. "I'm not afraid to blast this room to kingdom come just to flush you out."

[Peace! Peace! Don't blast! I come in peace.] Something flashed out of him, eliciting a scream from him that definitely was not manly.

[I like this room and I don't want it to get blasted,] The thing said. looking up, he saw a small man-shaped thing floating in the air, with its hands up in a sign of surrender.

"What are you?" Damien asked.

The thing was shaped like a human, except it was grey from head to toe and seven inches tall. It was dressed in a tiny grey suit with grey hair that drifted slowly in the air like it was being caressed by the wind.

[I'm your multi—.....] It didn't get to finish its answer before it was slammed, flying to collide with the wall. Damien looked at Keilan who was standing where the man-shaped thing was, with a book in his hands.

"What did you do that for?!" He said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I am not the only one seeing the strange grey thingy that came out of you and is now floating in space, and even talking!" by the time he finished, his face was red and his eyes had widened.

[Who are you calling a grey thingy] They looked over to find the thing hovering behind Keilan's head, hands on its waist and glaring at Keilan.

"Ahhhh!" They both screamed, looking between where it had been slammed on the wall a moment before.

"Okay okay, everybody calm down] Damien said, waving down Keilan who was holding the book like a weapon, ready to swat the thing away, having forgotten that he was a spirit lord and could bring down this whole building with a wave of his hand.

They both calmed, turning to look at Damien.

He breathed in, calming himself and changing his mindset to that of a spirit lord, as he should have at the beginning.

He looked at the grey man. "You were about to tell me who you are,” he said.

[Yes! I would have explained if not for this egghead that attacked me! I mean, who does that?!]

"Who are you calling egghead? you pipsqueak," Keilan replied.

The man thing gasped. [Did you just call me pipsqueak, I'll have you know that it isn't by height but by what we have inside,] it said, waving a little fist at Keilan.

"Oh, wha—"

"Enough!" Damien said. "You guys aren't children, at least some of you."

[I'll be mature and refuse to answer you answer that. That's me being mature]

Damien ignored that. "What are you?" He asked for the second time, his tone, that of seriousness.

[Hmm, how do I say this? It's complicated and you might not completely understand but I'm your multi-purpose assistant]

"My what now?"

[Your multi-purpose assistant] it said, coming to float in front of him. [I can be anything you want]

"I don't know about the 'anything you want', since most of the things I'll need won't be in your size" he said.

[That's no biggy, my full mass isn't here, but in a pocket of space]

"Wait wait," Keilan interrupted. "Damien isn't asking the right questions. What he should be asking is what you are and what you meant by his multi-purpose assistant, since you both just met and I don't remember him ever giving you a job"

"That's a good question," Damien said, turning to the thing.

[Okay, where should I start? Hmm, I am a spirit and I was specifically created to be of any assistance to you, from giving assistance in advice to taking the form of anything you need. Weapons, armours and any utility tools] it said.

When it was done, a shiver ran down Damien's spine. "What do you mean by being specifically created for me?" He asked, anxiety running through him.

[What I said, I was created to be of any use to you,] it replied.

Keilan then asked the question Damien should have asked. "Who created you?" His voice tense.

It turned to face Damien [Oh, your father]