Chapter 39
--------Ritual ground-----
-----Few minutes later------
A few minutes later, Conner stirred from his brief slumber, finding himself in a pristine white space devoid of any tangible surroundings. His awakening was greeted by an odd sense of weightlessness, and a body free from the shackles of fatigue. Tentatively, he moved forward into the void, the whiteness stretching infinitely.
"Am I dead?" He asked himself.
*Puff "You are if you believe that. But it's too early, you have impressed me brat." A disembodied voice punctuated the silence, reaching Conner's ears with an air of mystery.
Conner inquired calmly, his voice echoing into the emptiness. "Who are you… where are you?" Not considering the new man as a threat, Conner stood chill.
"Here, As for who thinks… properly brat. Find any similarity?" The voice lingered, prompting Conner's mind to connect the dots.
Silently observing the elderly man because of his insisting, still conner didn't find any clues. "....."
The elderly man muttered and thought yet his distant expression did not change at all. "So hopeless….. 'Just like her' now you see." As he finished speaking his eyes changed which had a similar colour as his event he slit and shade.
Conner's realisation echoed through the emptiness. "Those eyes! F-Father!" He flinched in surprise but bore the same usual expression.
"Yes, but not in flesh or blood." Affirmed the spectral presence.
Conner, piecing together the puzzle, exclaimed, "How…. Wait, don't answer, you planted a bit of your soul or consciousness in me! What a trick!"
His father's voice chuckled, a sound that transcended the confines of their ethereal surroundings. "You caught up fast boy!"
"So wanna share something, like regret, regret and regret?" Eager for answers, Conner questioned with sarcasm,
The tone shifted, becoming contemplative. "You are so hilarious like your mother."
"Better not talk about her with that filthy pure blooded mouth of yours." Anger flared within Conner.
"..." A tense silence followed, marked by the weight of unspoken history and unresolved emotions between them.
With a sense of urgency, his father spoke again. "I don't have much time left here, so listen carefully, find my log book and save the world of yours."
The revelation continued as Conner's father made a startling announcement. "And I am releasing your second origin which I was holding back since you were born out of fear of what you can do and achieve with so much power."
Perplexed, Conner questioned the timing, ".....Why now?"
The response came, laden with harsh words. "You are a half breed, failure, a piece of living shit, Coward, traitor and weak... *best of luck…..Son."
The words hung in the air, a bitter acknowledgment of a complex heritage. Conner's mind whirred with conflicting emotions, and questions buzzed like persistent bees.
The revelation was a double-edged sword, cutting through the veil of mystery but leaving wounds of uncertainty and a heavy responsibility.
As the echoes of his father's words faded, Conner found himself back on the ritual ground. The runes continued to glow, carrying the weight of newfound knowledge. The connection between worlds was now not just a matter of magical bonds but also a bridge to his own origin, tangled with the threads of his father's existence.
The ceremony unfolded with an intensity that mirrored the storm within Conner. The runes absorbed mana fervently, forging a connection that transcended the ethereal and plunged into the depths of his soul.
The ritual continues to the peak, its span of half an hour and it is going smoothly.
"We are almost done," Rani commented to end the silence.
"He will die if he didnt come back from his psyche before all of this ends." Miranda spoke casually however her eyes were telling a different story.
Hearing all of their carefree explanations about Conner's life she panics and yells in frustration. "What are you waiting for? Let me help, otherwise he will die!!!" All because according to one of the prophecies he is the only one who can save the world.
"Shut the hell up, new girl! We know him more than you know yourself." Boldly complained in anger by Milinia who even stood up instinctively.
"He had gone through even worse, this situation is an easy cheesecake compared to his past." Rani said in a matter of fact tone pissing her even more.
It was then Conner consciousness hit him up and all the accumulated pain rushed up in his body spreading evenly. "Oh my Fuk@$#$# $#$#$ this hurts like bit$%$$. MOth#$#%$%." He cursed out loud expressing his pain and agony he was experiencing till then the ritual ended.