"What do you mean?" Eli asked, somewhat taken aback, looking at Mr. Dwyer in disbelief.
His sister did indeed leave him when he was seven years old. He had hysterically questioned her at the church for the dead, and he had also personally received his sister's ashes and buried her in the beautiful valley where he had played as a child.
It took him a long time to accept this reality, and he used time to smooth over his grief during the long journey.
Even when I see a lovely girl, I can't help but give her a beautiful flower, hoping that my sister can also receive the fragrance in the dark abyss.
But now, this wise man says she has never left him? Why is that?
“Now I believe you’re a half-baked Death Follower. Death Followers are usually incredibly sensitive to their own souls.” Mr. Dwyer shook his head helplessly. “However, the Church of the Dead’s understanding of the soul is indeed profound. They can even heal those with lost souls in this way. Let me put it this way, if I’m not mistaken, you must be a born soulless being.”
Seeing that the two people before him still looked puzzled, Dwyer continued to explain: "A body without a soul is one that exists only as a body in the mother's womb, without a soul, or whose soul is too weak to merge with the body. At birth, death is inevitable. But your good fortune lies in having a younger sister by your side. She is a Holy Maiden of Death, favored by the gods, with a soul strength far exceeding that of ordinary people. Presumably, a Deathly Chosen One with profound control over souls gave you half of your sister's soul, helping your soul take shape. Therefore, you were able to survive, and thanks to her, you also became a Holy Child. However, your status as a Holy Child was obtained through improper means, which is why you didn't receive the same divine favor as her."
After your birth, your soul gradually stabilized. Influenced by your sister's soul, you naturally became a follower of death. However, faith originates from the soul, and your own half of the soul can still choose its own faith. That's why you were accepted by the God of Life.
“So that’s how it is. The soul is truly mysterious,” Phil Gray exclaimed. It can even be shared. So that’s why Eli can hover between life and death?
Eli was silent for a moment, his eyes stinging with tears: "Then why have I become a Death's Chosen One?"
“That’s why I said she never left you. It must be that after she died, her soul didn’t go to the abyss, but was drawn by the half of her soul that was given to you, and resided in your soul space, always accompanying you. It’s just that you were a life-giver in the past and knew nothing about this. And because your souls are essentially the same, even ordinary death-givers would find it difficult to discover, except for yourself. It’s a pity…” Mr. Dwyer sighed.
“What a pity…” Eli’s lips moved slightly, his voice so low that only he could hear it. He seemed to realize something, and his whole body trembled. He could no longer maintain the divine power in his hands, and the skeleton fell to the ground.
That flower, the black flower he used to enhance his divine power, its effect was to overdraw his own soul and convert it into divine power. With his soul exhausted, he should have died!
“You said that you should have paid a huge price to use divine power far beyond your level, but you didn’t die. Instead, you became a higher-level Death Chosen One. You should understand now. It was your sister who gave you the remaining half of her soul. And now, you are the true Death Child. It’s just that her soul…” Dwyer said slowly.
Hearing this confirm his suspicions, Eli felt immense pain. He felt he couldn't even speak, the world was spinning around him, and his heart ached so much he couldn't breathe.
Why did this happen? If he had known earlier...
He thought despicably that if he had known that his sister had always been by his side and that her soul would dissipate because of his actions, he would rather be a sinner who refused to save her than bear the cost of sacrificing her!
younger sister……
He pressed his hand tightly against his heart, squatted down, and the pretty little face in his mind seemed to gradually unfold and grow into a young woman.
She had fair skin, long blonde hair, and sweet dimples on her oval face. Her emerald green eyes were exactly like his. She laughed smugly, riding a pony like she did when she was a child, and turned back to smile at him: "Brother, am I beautiful?"
"Mei, you'll definitely be a great beauty when you grow up. Your brother will give you all the most beautiful flowers in the world!" The boy's clear reply gradually turned into a hoarse and bitter voice.
She's always been by my side!
All these years, I didn't know anything!
Seeing Eli's pained expression, Phil Gray didn't know how to comfort him. He turned to Mr. Dwyer and asked, "How did you figure that out?"
He had no intention of questioning the wisdom of the wise man, but merely hoped that there was still some room for maneuver.
“The skills bestowed upon me by the gods allow me to see the truth of things, to reach the essence of truth based on the smallest details,” Dwyer continued. “In addition, I also studied the realm of the soul when I was young. By the way, his sister’s soul still has some remnants, so there is still hope for salvation.”
"What?"
Eli jumped to his feet as if he had suddenly risen from the depths of despair. Disregarding his usual composure, he grabbed Dwyer's sleeve tightly. "My sister hasn't completely vanished, has she? How can I save her?"
"However, the hope is slim, but given your current status as the Holy Son of Death, perhaps one day you can give it a try."
"Stop keeping me in suspense, what should we do?" Phil Gray couldn't help but ask.
“A wisp of her soul still clings to yours, which is the basis for my deductions about the past. However, this wisp of soul is about to dissipate and merge with you. If you find a way to stop it from dissipating before going to the altar in the abyss, you might be able to restore her to her original state,” Dwyer said.
"How can we stop her from disappearing?" Eli asked hurriedly.
"That depends on you. If you can't even control your own soul space, who can help you? You need to personally let that wisp of soul feel your will. You don't need her nourishment, just let her sleep quietly. If necessary, use your current soul power to nourish her."
"Then what can the altar in the abyss do?"
"The altar in the abyss I'm referring to is a soul altar in the Abyss of the Dead, ruled by the legendary monarch of the Southern Region. It's said to be able to repair a person's soul, so perhaps it's worth a try. However, we know very little about the Abyss of the Dead. This is something I read in an ancient book, but I can't be sure whether it's true or not, so the hope is slim." Dwyer sighed. Besides, even if they went to the Abyss of the Dead, it would only be a matter after death.
“That’s still a glimmer of hope. We happen to have an old friend we can ask. As for going to the Abyss of the Dead, it’s not just the dead who can go; the living can go too.” Phil Gray patted Eli’s shoulder suggestively. He didn’t want to reveal to Dwyer that Frank and he had been to the Abyss of the Dead, but Eli would surely understand what he meant.
Eli nodded, as if grasping at a lifeline. "Okay, I'll stop her soul from dissipating first." He then looked for a quiet space, but paused, saying apologetically, "Boss, I'm sorry, I might need a little time..."
Phil Gray gave him a gentle hug as a gesture of comfort and said, "We can't get involved in the war here at Dawn for the time being. You take care of your sister first, and we'll call you if there's anything else."
"Okay." Eli's figure disappeared in an instant.
Phil Gray frowned. He had found the reason why Eli was constantly switching between life and death, but this did not apply to himself. He was certain that he had not split into three souls. It seemed that he needed to find the reason further. However, he could not reveal this to Dwyer yet, as it concerned several major sects, and he dared not fully trust this wise man.
They chatted casually for a while, when Ernest gently knocked on the door. "Your Highness, His Holiness the Pope requests that you and the representatives of various churches proceed to the cathedral immediately."
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