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"Master Erlik, that sounds badass but Darron still sounds cooler. So master Erlik, how long you become a tree? You still looked like a man in late fifties, i know that tree aged but how about you?" Darron asked his master.

"I lost count, hahahahahah. Soul aged too, but its much slower than the physical body. What you should aged more was the mind, a much older the mind then the wiser you will become. Now, close your eyes and meditate then feel everything around you and describe it like you open your eyes."

"Yes master!" Darron started meditating, bit by bit his body becomes larger and larger. His original height is 170 cm but now his body bulked up to the height of 2 meters.

"This body of yours in here is only soul, there is no physical alteration on your body in the forest. Remember that old man that gave me this treasure? His physical body actually got into here, i don't know it could happen but apparently it can. Don't answer, just listen!"

"Soul can grow larger and denser, how much your soul energy can be stored depending on the size. Denser meant the quality of your energy is higher and better. Grow your soul bigger and don't forget to make it clearer, if you only make your soul bigger it will easily to dispersed but if you only make it clearer or denser you will only become a hunted prey"

"Always keep the balance between the density and size of the soul. Take it slow and steady for the foundation's, a sand castle built on the sand dune maybe looked majestic but it crumbles easily. But a sand castle that built on the stone foundation was weird, you should not build a sand castle on the stone foundation."

"Master Erlik, now that I had become your student and successor. I remember your razor leaf technique that struck me to submission. How can I do that technique?" Darron asked

"That's just a small trick, never believe what you saw with only your two eyes because the truth will always hidden in between the sight" said Erlik.

"Master, I need to write that down.. do you have paper and ink in here?" Darron said with gleaming eyes

"Power and intelligence always never come in one packages. You are my successor, just imagine that you have books and the knowledge inside them. Or make your own book with the new insight inside it" Erlik answered.

Darron started to close his eyes again then in his hands a book appeared from out of nowhere "Whoa, I did it!" he screamed

"Let's say you are the co-owner of this dream world of mine, there are restriction until you fully absorbs the power I gave you. In the mean time just train here because you can't go in and out as you like in your condition now, you are too weak. The soul is a part of the body, but also apart from it. You can damage the body but the soul still intact, you can damage the soul without harming the body. But there is always a way you can damage both body and soul by direct or indirect contact" Erlik explained with serious tone.

Darron with his eyes closed and sitting in a lotus position seemed to enter a trance. The books in his hands started to tremble and words started to written out on its pages beautifully. The knowledge he absorbed and processed then having an output at the same time.

On every power always sprouted the wisdom of goodness and evilness to choose to be groomed. But sometimes evilness can breed good and vice versa. Never existed an absolute truth but that is the absolute truth about truth. Truth was like a Pandora's Box that give birth to paradoxes and another Pandora's Box. A good hero was the biggest villains for his enemies, a martyr was a loser that making trouble and died silly in the face of the tyrant.

At the old hut, August started to open his eyes. Thirst attacking his throat and hunger on his belly. "I need to move out of this place" he thoughts. South or west was his only opportunity now, the holy church in the southeast maybe need more time to fully mobilize their army. He just hoped that the Crimson Cross Judges not on his trail. The elite executioners that in the outside acted as a judge but in the practicality of assassins, a bloody murderer.

August started to stand on his feet, tidying his clothes and renew his bandages. The unhurt states of his body really help him in some way. Slowly walked out of the old hut, the fresh air with white smoke and light alike around him sucked greedily by his lungs. Wide smile hung on his face, so it's like that. Nature means natural orders, he just need to freely let it flow. Slow but steadily, August left the old hut to the opposite side of the sunrise.

One man stays on his dream, and the other keep moving and walk on his own path. The distance maybe increased between them but the path of destiny have been made for the two since a long long time ago.