Chapter 3:- Two polar heroes

Alex, still deeply enmeshed in the mystifying realm of souls, found himself standing at the epicenter of the 'soul contract.' It was a place where the very essence of souls intertwined in a cosmic ballet. With each step he took, he delved deeper into this surreal realm until .

He stood resolutely within the ethereal confines of the grand church, an imposing edifice that seemed to reach for the heavens themselves. Its colossal structure loomed overhead, casting a hallowed shadow that engulfed all who entered.

A solemn soul priest approached him, their eyes penetrating deep into his soul. "Have you made your vow with the soul?" they inquired, their voice carrying the weight of eternity.

Alex nodded, his gaze wandering to the bustling surroundings. Countless souls streamed in and out of a mystical portal that led to another realm. The church was an immense creation, spanning the entirety of a levitating island, a colossal structure stretching over 200 kilometers in diameter. Its facade bore shades of dark brown and scarlet, evoking a sense of solemn grandeur. Within its sacred walls, the priestesses donned pristine white attire, a symbol of their devotion to the divine.

As he stepped outside the monumental structure, known as the Soulbound Sanctum,

He realized that the name of the realm where soul contracts were made was a closely guarded secret, known only to the highest echelons of the church hierarchy.

In this enigmatic realm, known as Veretian, the skies often grudged with the roaring beauty of a world caught between the ethereal and the mundane.

His footsteps led him to a place of serene enchantment – a plateau perched at the very precipice of this otherworldly land. Here, nature reigned supreme, with an expansive tapestry of verdant plants and grass that stretched to the limits of perception. As he settled down, letting his legs dangle over the edge, the entire city of Veretian unfurled before him, a sprawling masterpiece of soulful existence, brimming with colors and emotions.

Veretian, a collection of floating islands suspended by resilient, sinuous vines and enigmatic remnants of unknown origin. To access this enigmatic haven, one had to traverse a grand church that graced an entire floating island, the gateway to this extraordinary world.

In the profound quietude, Alex whispered to himself, "Serena, my love, your husband never uttered a falsehood, and Rua, my dear, wait for your father; I shall return, and this I solemnly vow." His voice trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes, bearing witness to the depth of his emotions.

A gentle touch interrupted his solitude – the velvety paw of a she-wolf, an unmistakably feminine presence. Her midnight-black fur exuded an air of enchantment, and her obsidian eyes held secrets of millennia. Her fangs, as sharp as her penetrating gaze, added to her allure. Her size rivaled that of a grown man, making her presence even more captivating.

The she-wolf began to speak, her voice shrouded in shadows as she unveiled a tale of betrayal from her own world, a haunting history dating back a millennium.

"I, too, chose someone akin to your essence. Yet, it was my own lack of self-assurance that led me to surrender my body to her. She shattered our pact, and now I stand here, in this enigmatic realm," the she-wolf confessed, her voice growing more ominous with each word, her tone laden with the weight of centuries.

Reassuringly, Alex consoled her, his hand tenderly caressing her fur, "Fear not; he is not of that like that."

Curiosity swirled within the wolf's eyes, prompting Alex to elaborate, "You may wonder why I speak of this."

Pondering the question, the she-wolf inquired, "Why?"

"What could be the reason for all of this?" she inquired and Alex pointed toward the city's grandest monument, an imposing structure that stood at the heart of the village. The village, intricately interconnected by a labyrinth of roads, harbored this secluded, underdeveloped precinct, compelling the denizens of the soul society to embark on a solemn pilgrimage on foot.

The tower itself was an enigma amidst the cityscape, its onyx hue and spiraling ascent defying the boundaries of perception. It reached skyward with a determination beyond comprehension, its obsidian façade a striking contrast to the verdant surroundings.

As Alex stood, he gently cradled Mia, the she-wolf, in his arms. "Let us ascend, Mia," he declared as he began to elevate, carrying her.

"Can you glimpse its summit?" Alex inquired as he gazed upwards, his eyes fixed on the seemingly endless ascent.

Mia's response left her in a state of awe, "No summit awaits, only a portal leading to the uncharted pinnacle of the tower."

"You speak the truth, but do you realize that we now find ourselves 20 kilometers higher than the place we left behind?" Alex grinned, his sense of wonder echoing in his voice.

Mia marveled at his words, her sense of amazement shining through as she gazed at him with unbridled awe.

"Let me tell you now, this Phantasmal Watchtower, it connects every type of realm," he began, his voice carrying an air of mystique.

"I think you know this," he continued, looking at Mia with an enigmatic smile. Mia nodded in agreement.

"This Veretian realm is a breathtaking expanse, formed by countless levitating lands interconnected by chains of nature. However, the place where we stand, this is District Pendamu," he gestured to their surroundings, "it's the central district, where every year, souls from different worlds converge."

"Now you realize why I gave him this," he added, his tone tinged with gravity.

Mia's fear was palpable as she stammered, "Don't tell me he's from there..."

"You are right," he confirmed with a solemn nod.

"And also, I am going to enter the tower. Like every year, it occurs about two months from now, and we may never see each other again," he said, his eyes closed, feeling the cold air around them.

Mia, determined and unwavering, responded, "No, I will go with you. We've been together since you arrived, and I'll stand by your side forever. You once told me I'm like your elder sister, so you have to accept my words."

With a warm smile, he agreed, "Okay, as you wish." As he descended towards the ground, their fates entwined, promising to face the mysterious journey ahead together.

Upon their arrival in this eerie realm, a palpable sense of dread shrouded the surroundings. Alex's voice, tinged with an unsettling melancholy, broke the silence. He turned to Mia, his eyes veiled in shadows, and uttered, "Before we venture forth, you must embark on the arduous path of rediscovering your true self. Only then shall I grant you passage."

Mia nodded in silent acknowledgment and, as if dissolving into the very air, she slipped into the darkness of the encroaching forest.

Alex reclined on the ground, his mind a maelstrom of memories from the day he met his demise. His descent into slumber ushered him into a nightmarish vision, a surreal battleground where the tumultuous roar of battle resounded. The clash of steel against flesh and bone filled the air with an agonizing symphony. Blood-soaked earth bore witness to the brutality, swords locked in mortal combat with savage claws.

Magic intermingled with the grotesque powers of the otherworldly denizens, an arcane struggle of epic proportions. In the heart of this dreadful pandemonium, darkness held dominion.

"KILL THEM!" The cries of many voices pierced the night, a chorus of malice and bloodlust.

Amid the chaos, Alex stood resolute, his gaze a beacon of grim determination amidst the chaos. A colossal behemoth, a nightmarish titan, loomed before him, a threat that defied imagination. Yet, an eerie grin crept across Alex's face, a reflection of his twisted resolve.

In preparation for unleashing his formidable powers, a sudden betrayal disrupted his intentions. A treacherous knife, poisoned with malevolence, severed the connection between his body and the potent magic that coursed within. Rendered powerless, he faced a tide of ferocity.

However, Alex refused to yield, an unbroken spirit in the face of relentless adversity. He soared into the night, aiming to pierce the behemoth's heart and secure a fleeting victory. Yet, even in the throes of triumph, betrayal struck from within. A blade pierced his back, casting him into an abyss of despair.

"Why, Nicholash?" Alex's voice trembled as he spat blood from his lips. His eyes fixated on the heavens above, and he whispered, "I could return to life if, in four years, they locate my remains."

This grim proclamation held a haunting truth. His body contained an excess of the mystical essence known as Potent, allowing his soul to persist for years, though not in its corporeal form. As he gazed into the abyss, he was confronted with countless images of his beloved wife and daughter, subjected to torment and humiliation, bowing before malevolent captors.

Tears flowed unabated down Alex's face as he bore witness to their anguish. In this darkest of moments, a sinister voice emerged from the shadows, speaking of his wife's allure and cruel intentions. With a final act of defiance, Alex beheaded his tormentor, his strength waning.

Suddenly, Alex awoke, his right arm outstretched, pointing towards a nearby door. His anguished cries had pierced the veil of reality, summoning an unexpected visitor – an elderly woman whose every movement echoed with an eerie cadence.

"You're awake, boy," she intoned, her voice trembling with the weight of years.

Mia materialized from the darkness behind the grandmother, a silent sentinel in this strange place. Alex realized that he was no longer where he had slumbered. Through a nearby window, he could glimpse the inky expanse of night, shrouded in mystery.

The elderly woman leaned closer, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Did you experience a nightmarish vision?"

Alex nodded, his hand absentmindedly brushing through his disheveled hair. He felt a profound sense of foreboding, a knowledge that their journey had only just begun. It's on your hand now puppet you had to do something... The weight of the unknown bore heavily on his shoulders, as he contemplated the path that lay ahead.

From the realm of living creatures

"your sacrifice will not be in vain" the puppet said who is current in Alex human body.

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| Bio |

Body owner :- shadow puppet.

Name: Alex sinair

¦Reborn name - Same¦

Age: 34

¦Reborn age - 1min¦

Gender: Male

¦Reborn gender - same¦

Height: 6feet

¦Reborn height - 6'1feet¦

Affinity: Fire

¦Reborn Affinity - Undead¦

Potent amount: 69

(As much as to fill a water tank)

¦Reborn potent - same¦

Strength against: nature, undead.

¦Reborn strength against: Nature, wind, water¦

Neutral aginst: light, holy.

¦Reborn neutral against: darkness, fire(cause the body can nullify fire attacks 60%)¦

Weak against: wind, water,.

¦Reborn weak against: light, holy.¦

/_—. TRANSFORMATION . —_\

Soul Form (Activation will cost nightmares in dreams for a year)

Human Form(Activation will cost nothing)

Hybrid Form (Activation will cost 48hrs of sleep and 4 times 1000kal food)

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He stood up his torso and check the screen.

And laughed while covering his eyes.