Aria was speechless. Something was out of sorts with her family, wasn't it?Aria couldn't very well discourage Landon, not when Sam had already gotten a massive sum of money out of him. She bent down and asked Sam, "Did you invite this spoiled heir to come with us? He's not even used to taking the train. You're be in charge of taking care of him, alright?"Aria had worded it so nicely. Sam gestured, his eyes round, "If he passes out because of the smell, I'll carry him. Leave him to me!"Aria raised a brow. Before she could say anything, Landon appeared before them, his melodic voice cutting through the moment. "What? Is the money not enough?"That was why Sam was willing to work for him; it was hard to not like someone so generous and willing to pay. Still, Sam remained wary of Landon, who was nice to him nevertheless. Sam's eyes lit up. He made to ask for more money, but Aria covered his mouth and looked at Landon. "Are you okay with taking the train?""You're here to take
After suppressing his presence, Landon pulled out a jewel necklace and clasped it around Sam's neck.Aria was confused as to what he was doing. Landon smiled. "Homer gave me this. It was kept on Mount Dracotigris until now. It can suppress Chaos' murderous intent."Aria knew that wasn't true. The jewels didn't look like anything from the Dracotigris Order, especially with the emerald carved into a skull—completely unlike their style. This necklace clearly came from the Netherrealm. Nyx and the twins sat up straight. They all rolled their eyes, but none dared to speak the truth. They feared disintegration if Landon so much as raised his hand. Aria looked at the skull for several seconds, raising her brow. "How exquisite."It didn't sound like a compliment.Sam liked the necklace, though. He bit on the emerald and ascertained that it was real.Seeing that, Aria said nothing. However, the necklace was clearly beneficial. Spirits were already beginning to move toward them desp
"He isn't enlightened yet?" Colin exclaimed incredulously before lowering his voice, afraid that someone else would hear. "You mustn't let that happen, young lady. He'll be punished if the Phantom Patrol catch him!"Some spirits, newly severed from their mortal coils, struggled to grasp the finality of their demise. They roamed the veil between worlds in the first seven days after their passing, desperate to reclaim their mortal forms. Those who realized they could not reclaim their own bodies would launch themselves at the living, desperate to merge with the living and seize a second chance at life. Yet they must be wary to avoid the ever-watchful Phantom Patrol.Each life—its beginning and inevitable end—was meticulously chronicled in the grim tomes of the Netherrealm's officials. When mortals breathed their last, the authorities claimed their essence, guiding them to the depths of the Netherrealm, where they would await their enlightenment.An unenlightened spirit was doomed to
The mention of Nymeria reminded Aria of something. Her gaze darkened a few notches. "Nymeria, the city near Ludwiten?"Colin nodded.Aria took out her phone immediately and booked three first-class tickets for the earliest train to Nymeria—three tickets for two adults and a child. Fortunately, it wasn't the travel season now, so Aria didn't need to compete against other people for these tickets. The moment she was about to enter the station with Devon, two men suddenly appeared. They were wearing similar suits, one black and one white, that looked quite dated. They were also wearing strange masks on their faces. Noir was holding a bundle of metal chains while Blanc looked at his tablet. "This is the site of that extraordinary occurrence we're looking for. Why are there so many spirits here?"They walked closer. They usually avoided mortals when they worked, so they didn't give Aria and Landon a second glance. This went on until Noir noticed Devon. "He's a heroic spirit who sho
Nyx and the twins shared a look. All of them were thinking of the same thing. "Mr. Noir is going to meet his end."The most powerful man in the Netherrealm stood among them, so they had no cause to worry. However, this wasn't the case for some of the other spirits, who came back and asked, "Officials, look at what that boy is wearing. It's obvious that his death wasn't recent. Can't you allow him to register a few days later?"Blanc noticed Devon's peculiarities as well, but they had to perform their duties according to regulations. And so he said, "We'll escort him to wherever he needs to go. Even heroic spirits might be negatively affected by vengefulness if they leave where they're from before they're formally honored. They're bad for mortals like you."Devon was completely lost—how they talked about heroic spirits and mortals suggested he was already dead.Was he already dead?Devon looked at his hands. They were perfectly intact, not reduced into stumps by an explosion.No,
Noir yanked on Blanc's shirt hard, telling him to sneak away unnoticed for now. Aria seemed to have noticed something at this moment because she said with a smile, "Were you asking us? I don't think so. I thought you were asking—""Three days!" Blanc interrupted quickly. "We'll give you three days. Noir and I must take him with us when the time is up."Aria raised a brow. "Oh, okay. She was asking us, I'm sure." She turned to say, "Three cups of coffee, please, thank you."After she paid, the woman said, "Sure, they'll be done in a jiffy."Blanc and Noir seized the moment with guilty haste, vanishing in an instant. They were known for being intimidating. They had never run away so pathetically before. What the hell had happened? Why were their actual forms suddenly visible to mortals all of a sudden? This shouldn't have happened, not when they still had half an hour to dawn.Everything felt wrong that night. Blanc and Noir decided that they would look deeper into it after r
Landon set his palm on Devon's head gently. Devon's soul had been unstable, and vengefulness had come to fill his gaze. However, with Landon's touch, his gaze slowly became as vacant as before.Purple energy swirled around him—an omen of immense fortune. That was what Aria saw. However, Devon's stabilization wasn't solely due to his fortune; Landon's innate power to suppress spirits had quelled him completely.All spirits could only yield to Landon, who was superior to them.Devon looked up, his eyes distant. "I died. Everyone else is dead too. Soren died protecting me. He was pierced through the back…""No, no," Devon muttered to himself. "There's something else, but I've forgotten. I've forgotten something really important."Aria pushed his flailing arms down. "It's okay. We'll figure it out eventually. We're going to Nymeria now."Aria's entourage finally passed inspection at the gates. Sam remained quiet throughout. Unexpectedly, he hadn't popped up to tell Blanc and Noir
Aria didn't respond immediately. After some thought, she sent someone a text message and told them to take note of the current situation in Nymeria. The existence of Krowonians here in Farshya was not out of the ordinary. Aria said, "Our people visit each other's countries sometimes now for cultural exchange and trade."Devon took some time to come to terms with how things were different now. Yet, he reacted violently. "They're not ordinary Krowonians; they're the people who were violent toward us! They're all holding guns too!""Are you saying that they're from the army?" Aria's gaze darkened. "You're both spirits, and in the same place at that?"Devon's brain was muddled. "I don't think we're in the same place. They have food and drink, and they're living quite relaxedly."It was impossible for the Krowonian spirits to have food and drink on Farshyan soil, not when they had once invaded this land. This would only happen under one condition—someone had given them offerings.Ari