Epic Of The Demonic Sage

​ Lucius felt the power of the Necklace of the damned surge through his soul.Â

A feeling of great ecstasy filled him, the likes of which he had never felt before. It was something Lucius doubted he would ever forget. The Necklace of the damned glowed brighter and brighter, filling the entire soul space with its light.

All the exhaustion that Lucius had felt till now was being washed away rapidly and the Soul energy he had exhausted was restored rapidly. And not only that, he could actually feel his innate soul energy capacity increase by the second.

~SHUA~

The imprint of Nexus seemed to have awakened and quickly absorbed the Aether in the air. The Hell imprint started to react and rapidly produced Hell energy as a result of Aether being produced as well.

The Hell Imprint and Nexus were as if in a competition, with neither wanting to fall back. It was like a battle between two lions for territory, as if the one who had less energy of its type would lose.

Time continued to pass as Lucius felt the feeling ecstasy fade away. Instead of it, there was a state of calm left behind. It was a calmness he had seldom felt and was reliving to him. His body had soon reached the max amount of Aether it could hold and started to utilize it.

Under the nourishment of the Aether, his body started to heal and the injuries he had sustained during the battle healed rapidly. And once his body was fully healed, the many doors in his Soul Space suddenly opened and absorbed the excess Hell energy and Aether that were produced.

The Lost that were standing in five files in the distance shuddered lightly while their eyes glowed in a dark red light. Thankfully, it was daytime and under their helmets it was hard to see.

Thought a few soldiers that were standing near the lost caught it for a moment.

"Huh? Am I too tired?" One of the soldiers wondered if he had been mistaken.

He took another look at the Lost but quickly looked away due to being intimidated. All the soldiers had witnessed the brutality of the Lost and didn't want to get on their bad side at all.

Even if he knew that the Masked Legion was on their side for now, their acts only made them feared.

After all, the Masked legion were mercenaries in the end. For now, they might be on their side, but there was always a chance in the future that someone else might hire them and it would be them on the opposing side.

This was the common fear that most people had when dealing with strong mercenaries. While they were powerful when on your own side, when they were on the other side later, it would only make one frustrated.

But that was simply the way of the mercenaries. The one that had coin would be king!

"Hey! Come on, what're you doing?" the soldier's companion nudged his back.

"Yeah, hurry up! We got more bodies to note!" another soldier who was checking a body spoke up.

"Ah! Yeah! I'm coming," The soldier who had gazed at the Lost said before running away to do his duties.

The faint change in the Lost went unnoticed after that and the same could be said for Lucius. No one knew he would not be the same the next time they see in. Merely a single battle would be the catalyst for his rise.

Time slipped by like water between the fingers, and two hours had elapsed.

~huu~

Lucius took a deep breath and opened his eyes, that shimmered like a star. There were red, blue and white lights shimmering within his eyes, but they too disappeared after a couple of seconds.

"Now that was a gain I certainly did not expect…" Lucius muttered to himself as he checked his body.

He could see the injuries he had gained over the course of battle and the fatigue along with it having disappeared entirely.Â

"And the hidden gains are even more… Aether, Hell Energy, And Soul Energy… all increased." Lucius said with upturned lips.

From his rough estimate, he could tell that his Aether capacity had more that doubled and the same could be said for Hell Energy too. As for his soul energy, if he considered his innate capacity, it had increased by about forty percent.

This gain might seem small compared to the rest, but one must know that even in Lucius's past world of Revelia, it took a person many years to increase it by this much.

But what was even more impressive was the price that had been paid for it.

Lucius could feel the Necklace of the Damned on his soul's neck even now. It was a pleasant feeling, to say the least, and he couldn't help but trace his real hand over his neck.

"A hundred and twenty three souls expended for this…" Lucius counted. "And one thousand, one hundred and sevens souls left. A rather light price… just the increase in Soul energy is more than three times worth the price." Lucius estimated.

He knew just how much a Necklace of the Damned that was made with just a hundred souls would cost. And if one exchanged that with other elixirs and items that could enhance and increase one's soul energy, the price would be about this.

But Lucius not only got that, he also increased his Aether and Hell Energy capacity at the same time.

And just as Lucius was pondering on this, he felt a faint signal coming from his Lost.

"Oh? A little weasel managed to slip in?" Lucius smirked as his gaze went to a certain direction.

The direction was among the injured that were all laid on stretchers and were waiting to be taken to the camp.Â

"Let's see what the weasel brings us… perhaps our gains are yet to end…" Lucius muttered with a chuckle.

Standing up, he started walking toward the fifteen lost, not bothered whether the 'weasel' would run or not.