Scourge of Souls - The Realms Book Four: (An Epic LitRPG Adventure ) by C.M. Carney

Author:C.M. Carney [Carney, C.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Book Room Press
Published: 2019-02-14T16:00:00+00:00

You have discovered a Secret Door.

You have successfully identified a Secret Door and have found the triggering mechanism. You perceive no traps.

Gryph was about to press the trigger with his thumb when Vonn shouted for him to stop. The rogue motioned for permission to examine the wall and Gryph stood aside. A few moments later, Vonn found a second, much better hidden trigger. He pressed it and the sound of metal on stone rose inside the wall. The group took a few paces back as a ten by ten foot section of the wall swung open. It revealed a large circular room that was familiar the way echoes of a dream can sometimes meld with the realities of life. Gryph, Raathiel and Simon knew the room all too well.

“This is where I died,” Simon said, the spectral bones of his foot easing past the threshold as he stepped into the room. The others gave the undead teen space as he moved about the room, tracing skeletal fingers along the marble slab where his body had been flayed, where Ouzeriuo had begun consuming his soul.

“Why didn’t he finish the job?” Simon asked, his tone anguished. He turned from the spot of his own murder and looked at Gryph, his eye sockets raging with eldritch green fire. “Why did he leave any of my soul behind to live this torture?”

Gryph was at a loss. It was something he didn’t quite understand either. He knew from Simon’s own words that the Barrow King had constructed his mind-verse, the odd dimensional pocket where he retreated like a hibernating bear, using the power of Simon’s soul. But why build it at all? Ouzeriuo was weak, barely clinging to his false half-life after being murdered by Morrigan. Simon’s soul could have sustained him, but instead he’d saved it and tried to consume Raathiel’s, a being whose soul proved too pure for Ouzeriuo to consume.

“I do not know Simon.”

Bring me to him, please, Raathiel said.

Gryph walked up to the teen revenant. Simon flinched, but then nodded when Gryph asked permission to place a hand upon him. The warm glow of Raathiel filled Simon’s mind and flowed through Gryph’s Telepathic Link.

It was fear, Raathiel sent. Ouzeriuo was at heart a coward. As fearsome as he was it was his own terrible fear, of death, of powerlessness, of facing what he truly was, that drove him to commit desperate, evil acts. He used your soul to build a haven, a paradise where he could hide from his fear. He thought he would feel safe there, but he never did, because of you.

“I do not understand.”

The world he built was not his world, but yours. He built it, but you were its architect. It was as much a prison to him as the Barrow. In his eons long existence he never stopped being afraid. Do not let his fear become your fear. Do not let his vileness stain your soul any longer. He is gone, and will never return. The only power he has over you is that which you give him.

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