The Eternity: The Colour of Fate
Chapter 64

Chapter 64: The Soul of the Arcnight War

"Go away" said the master to my surprise.

"Huh yeah?" Mumbled spontaneously.

"Eh? Already, huh?" Ask the master.

"Mm" I said, smiling.

"I see, time's back. Even if only you can feel it anyway, it should" said the master guessed.

"Alright, let's go to the next" said the master as he walked.

I followed his footsteps, approaching a corner from the room we were in.

A glass-lined shelf with many artifacts inside caught my attention. Many objects in it, be it a magical attribute-heavy object, or even just documents and books containing important or forbidden information.

"What are you interested in, Raka?" The master asked surprised me.

"Eh? No, I guess?"

"Even if you give me permission, none of them really fit me." My words let out a breath.

He pulled a drawer under a fairly hidden shelf, "Well that's right, but I think you can understand when you first see it, no. From the box alone you can feel it, closeness." He said while showing a black box with a strange spatial attribute enveloping him.

"This attribute .." I said unconsciously.

He curled his lips in a smile, saying, "it looks like real asterisks are flowing through your body. In just one look you can tell where this special attribute comes from"

"This is the attribute of time that the woman has. Then about the contents, you can feel it yourself." Her speech.

The wooden black city was open, featuring a black-gloved sword with a reddish-brown exterior.

I was aghast, a bit of memory carried me at that moment in the memory of hers, the long great sword that was on her waist. A sword drawn with a lot of anger in it.

My father, the king of the land, Alexander Arkaiz Arcnight.

"The sword .." I muttered involuntarily.

"You're right, you must have seen it in his memory, this sword that your father used as king. Prophetic sword of your predecessors, every leader will obtain it as confirmation of his leadership as king."

"Every Arcnight leader will grow stronger and stronger when he gets recognition from the sword soul."

"That means .." I said trying to guess.

"Ha ha, it could mean true or not. This sword no longer belongs to your father or anyone else, but to yours,"

"Is it because of 'him'? "

"That's right. This sword was the Arcnight War Soul, but it was a few years ago before he took it and made it regardless of the order of time, it might be said that this sword could be called Arcnight War Soul again at a later time, the real sword disappeared, I guess" said the light master.

"But this one right now is yours. Since that spatial attribute is attached to this sword, it won't allow anyone to touch it other than you, I guess" he continued.

"Arcnight War Soul, huh?"

"uh? What's?" I said subconsciously upon hearing the previous master's remark.

"Alright, you can take it" said the master.

"Sure" I said as I grabbed the sword from the box.

Hot air was flowing quickly filling my body. So hot, but on the other hand a fresh sensation enveloped me.

'Is this sword reconstructing his master's body just like that to match his sword, huh?' I murmured in my heart.

"Even I feel that the [Rising Phoenix] did not give me this feeling .. so this is an ancestral artifact related to blood, huh?" I murmured to myself.

"It doesn't seem like a problem, this sword accepts you sooner than I thought it would take a little longer with a little rejection. But I think you dominated it" said the master.

While I could only fall silent without being able to say a word as the master said it, the sentence was a little confusing.

"Ehem! See ... A sword spirit will generally choose its master by heart. In many literatures, a sword generally has several criteria according to the strength and nature of the sword's essence. When I tried to analyze it, Arcnight's spirit sword refused to touch me. It seemed that it was not based on the general power of the individual, but rather something like the power of blood that became a peculiarity in which the blood of Arcnight had a relationship with the god of war as well as the god of judgment. The Arcnight Blood had a bit of lightning essence in it, but different from it, it would be quite a lot when the Arcnight Blood was born from the core blood, in this case the family blood."

"You should feel a little hot, right? That was the reaction given by the soul sword. If it was someone else, the heat would sting him and make him ash, I guess."

"I see, yes .." I said when I realized that.

"That's right. But I don't think it's just that" said the master, looking at me seriously.

"Hmm? Me?" I'm confused.

He nodded, "that's right. I guess only those whose soul level was stronger than the sword soul were able to receive sword recognition. In that case, your spirit grade should be higher, not that it is very high when compared to the sword spirit, until it finally suppresses the dominance of the sword itself"

"Soul grade, huh?" I'm lirih.

Soul Grade, this is not the first time I have heard this term. Previously, in the world I used to live in, soul grade was the rate at which you were able to withstand a soul or mental attack from other assassins.

Wh why? As every single master assassin who had subverted countless lives in his path circuit, he would gradually build up their aura. Any aura emanating from them, if it was an accomplished assassin, then he could suffocate the breath of a common man, and fatally he could even kill a layman with a weak mental level.

Not all assassins had soul grade, most could not even cultivate it. And, when an assassin reaches a soul grade, he will possess a soul according to its corresponding nature or essence.

In that case, I get a [Presence Of Mind] where I can maintain my consciousness as long as I still have a soul, that is how it is.

'Then what is possible if the Presence Of Mind is still attached to my reincarnated soul? To think if it was not destroyed during my reincarnation process ..all the absurd events related to me, as Raka also met a bright spot, was, it makes even more sense now that Presence Of Mind is still my soul grade.'

'Is it possible that the event where I awakened the [intuition] skill from birth was also affected from it? It makes sense now to think that I am a very calm person compared to myself in the past. And about this sword, I don't know, I thought.

"That's right, it's very unlikely if a teenager who is just a dozen years old raises a soul grade, let alone to the point of suppressing a sword soul that is over hundreds of years old .." said the master.

I smiled bitterly, "uh huh" I said helplessly.

The old man slightly curled his lips smiling, "but it would be different if the successor of the leader did so. An Arcian who is loved by a god, who could not possibly be, right Raka?" Ask 'friendly.'

The corner of my mouth twitched, "Uh .. ha ha" I resigned.

"Alright, take your sword, from now on you will use it as part of you." He said as he put the empty box back to where it was before.

"Umm .. sure" I said.

A little curiosity bothered me, "master" called me to surprise him.

He turned his face towards me, "Hmm?" Ask.

"Aren't you curious about the memories I've seen of him?" Ask her.