On the surface of his own divinity

When the camp calmed down a bit, still not all the injured were out of the woods. Although those who had escaped came back and gave their potions, the problem was that the healers got it first, as if they were attracting the demons. Mortis was already searching for herbs to save those who were on the brink of death. The worst part was that Mortis could see exactly how for most of them their fate joined a path and their life escaped. With compassion, he tried again to call up the power that lay dormant within him. It was the second time he tried to access his divinity on his own. In doing so, he first had to remember how he had done it the first time. Although it mostly poured out of him, he had no idea how to stop it or control it.

Mortis closed his eyes and tried with all his senses, whether with mana or his abilities, to find his source. But no matter how much he searched his body, he could not locate it. Then he almost started laughing with embarrassment as he projected himself into his sea of souls and found his divinity there. The whole place was his source of power. So he sat down and tried to explore his own soul. He quickly realized that he was really here like a god. But the question he asked himself was where his powers lay dormant and how he was to control that power. For when he only scratched at the source, he thought his body would burst. But that didn't stop him from pushing further. After all, they were his powers, and he wasn't going to let them finish him off. So he continued to reach out to his source and penetrate further with his thoughts.

Outside the camp, a dense fog was released at this time, and Mortis made a sound as his hair flickered back and forth like a disco light, alternating between shining silver and glowing gold. However, before anyone had time to approach him and ask what was going on, over a thousand spirits appeared and protected both the camp and Mortis as if he were the center of the universe. This shocked the people immensely, so they did not make a sound or try to move. A moment later, Mortis opened his eyes with a smile, with them shining golden and the red snake now moving much faster, as if pleased with the condition. Mortis said, "I don't know exactly how this works, but this should do it." He formed a golden ball in his hand and squeezed it. The orb shone like a small sun over the camp and the injured could be heard groaning as if a weight had fallen from their shoulders. Most of them closed their eyes and fell asleep, including Mortis, after he had performed this miracle.

As Mortis was about to fall over, he was immediately caught by Sarah, even though the other spirits immediately went back into the sea of souls, the attack squad stayed outside to continue protecting their master. The people didn't know how to react, some were just happy and started praying, others were just crying because they didn't lose all of them and they were still alive. After some of them got up they wanted to save the stranger sent by the gods and wanted to check on his well-being but no one came within 5 meters of him because his squad openly showed that this would be the last thing they could do.Mortis shook violently and his body seemed to glow with heat as he went through the strain of the change. He muttered unintelligible words as if he were delirious with fever or caught in a bad dream. "No, I don't want to be evil. Why is Mama the goddess of death, Papa? I'd rather help all the living, but dead is evil, that's what everyone always says. No!" exclaimed Mortis as he woke up from his dream, which reminded him of his former life.

Exhausted, Mortis rose and demanded water from Sarah. She immediately rushed to pull up a man who was holding a drinking hose. The poor man didn't know what was going on as Mortis snatched the hose from his hand and drank. The man then said, "The woman could have just brought the hose instead of dragging me around the camp by my collar."

Mortis just nodded and said, "That's her kind of humor. Never mind, and thanks for the water." The man bowed and replied, "No, sir. We all have you to thank. If I have been able to help you in this way, I am happy to do so."

All eyes in the camp were on him, which did not bother Mortis. There were probably others who wanted to thank him. Therefore, Mortis asked his attack squad to position themselves a little further away to be accessible to the people in the camp. One by one, they went to him to thank him and offer him some food, which Mortis gladly accepted. When he had eaten and was feeling better, he asked who was in charge and what they were doing here. After all, it seemed that many came from different guilds and there were common laborers as well.

An older gentleman then spoke up and explained that this cave had been discovered by a scout. The entrance had initially been guarded only by small demons, but gems and other rare veins were to be found in the cave. Therefore, they had set out to clear this cave and mine the materials. At first everything went well, but this cave goes down very deep and when they reached the third floor, suddenly these decayed piratauruses rushed out and attacked them in large numbers. Probably that's how the advance party, when they panicked and people fled outside, brought these monsters with them.

Mortis now understood what had happened and decided to claim the cave for himself, since none of the people here were likely to set foot in it anyway. But he must hurry before stronger adventurers come and want the most important thing in this case: his materials and gold.

Mortis stifled a smile and said to the old man, "Come on, let's get out of here before these creatures gather and attack in greater numbers. Who knows what else is down there. You shouldn't overestimate your luck." Mortis stood up, patted himself down, and walked to his attack squad. Then he said to them, "I'll accompany you for a bit. In that time, you guys can go ahead and go down and fight as a team to get stronger and finish these things off. Oh, and one more striking thing: Mino, you should know what can be recycled from these demons. Gather everything you get from them into a pile so that all I have to do is collect it. Pretend to disappear and go down to the cave. I will follow soon." His spirits nodded in understanding and became invisible to everyone else in the camp as they floated into the cave. Meanwhile, Mortis helped the people pack and headed south with them. Not far away, there was a main road that led to the nearest town.After a few hundred meters without anything happening, Mortis looked up at the sky and pretended to check which direction he had to travel on. Then he told the others that they were going to split up here, as he had to travel on to visit his wife, who was getting worried fast. He took to his heels and simply ran to the other side of the road, changing into his ghost form when he was out of sight of the others and heading for the cave to see how his troop was doing.

People were a bit puzzled by this action, but there are some strange birds as adventurers and it seemed that he was one of them. Some others were already more suspicious, but what should they do? They could not fight with him for the materials or anything else. So they swallowed their suspicions and hoped that the trip would go well.

In the cave, Mortis saw some veins of ore and crystals sticking out of the wall. Mortis would have liked to curse because he could call so few spirits. He had to figure out how to mine as much as he could before others showed up. With these thoughts, Mortis looked around some more so as not to miss anything of value. He wasn't in such a hurry, thinking that his assault team could clean up this cave, even if they had to work hard. But when Mortis got to the third floor, he thought he was in the wrong movie, because this cave had become huge, so you couldn't even see over everything, even if it was just one big room. Nevertheless, he followed the corpses of the piratauruse to watch his entourage fight strong opponents without him.