Inside Helial's soul, two projections looked at the universe contained within a meadow. While the starry sky reflected in Iblis's eyes, Helial was looking at the child with great curiosity.

"There is something you want to ask me," Iblis stated without a hint of emotion.

Helial realized at that point that he had gazed a little too long and made all too obvious what he felt towards the Devil. The damage was done now, all that remained was admit it.

"Why always this place?" Helial asked, looking around. "You can generate any kind of place within my Soul. But every time I come here, there is a table set for two, a starry sky and you two cooking ... "

Iblis looked at Helial out of the corner of his eye and went back to ignoring him, clearly he had no intention of answering his question.

Helial sighed. Not that he expected the Devil to answer, but he had hoped for it.

"They will come looking for you to answer for that child's death," Iblis commented without any worry in his voice.

Helial sat on the ground and then lay down on the turf, looking at the depths of the night. After a few moments, his eyebrows trembled slightly and the boy suddenly sat with his legs crossed, activating his Breathing Technique.

Skill Activated:

Death of the Desolate Universe

Feeling a strange energy inside his body, but not being able to locate it, Helial kept the Mana flowing inside his Meridians.

The energy came from the body in the external world, since he could not absorb Mana within its own Soul.

Sitting in that position, Helial felt his own Meridians transforming slowly, purifying themselves and becoming more powerful with each Mana Circulation. It seemed that the battle had brought much more than a little damage inside his body. The experience gained was allowing him to strengthen his foundations and his knowledge of Mana.

He needed to fight as much as possible. Having started to train relatively late compared to the descendants of great Clans and Sects, he needed to accumulate as much experience as possible to fill the level gap between him and his opponents.

Medusa was above level 180, within the Initial Stage of the Third Phase. Soon the girl would ask for revenge, and they would have to be ready. Besides, Helial had killed her sister. When the time came, Helial thought, the best thing to do would be to kill Medusa; in fact, the girl now harbored an incurable grudge against Helial. The longer she remained alive, the harder it would be to sleep soundly. Therefore, Helial was ready to get rid of her.

The Mana of Destruction within its Meridians began to feed the death Aura that touched every part of Helial's body, while the latter tried to merge it with the Mana of Life.

He turned his palms upward: in one appeared a grayish and milky sphere, in the other one one with faint blackish shades, like dirty water. Keeping his Mana circulatig, almost imperceptible particles inside those two spheres began to become more clear, respectively more white or black.

Helial suddenly saw an image of Circe making way in his head and taking control of his field of vision, as if she now was the only visible thing in his world.

The milky sphere became slightly more pure, but the change would not have been visible to an ordinary person.

"He is finally absorbing the experiences of these last months," the Devil commented making a ladle and a pot appear in mid-air. "These shitty vegetables, on the other hand, didn't absorb not even a bit of the fucking broth."

As Circe passed before his eyes, the projection of Orma's most dangerous woman caressed his face and Helial felt a connection between his soul and the Black Witch.

***

On the other side of Orma, Circe, sitting cross-legged on the floor of her room, had a pang in her abdomen and looked out the window as if looking for something...

***

Helial then saw Ades and Comodo, two monsters, two plagues to be eradicated from his path, and he felt a great rage rising in his body, like a fire on which a petrol can was just thrown.

Fwooosh

The grayish sphere deepened in color and took on a slightly disturbing tinge.

An invisible thread thousands of kilometers long was created between Helial and his brother. And another between Helial and Comodo.

Iblis suddenly stopped swearing at his vegetable soup and all the crimes committed by its ingredients, which summed up to not mix their taste well enough with the broth, and looked at his disciple with a raised eyebrow.

Several other threads, this time more colorful, one silver, one snow white and one scarlet were created and went to unite the soul of Helial with his companions'. Another thread reached Cesar, one shot out in the darkness of the universe until it hit a wandering soul in search of some skirts.

Iblis was looking, utterly bewildered. The hand holding the ladle began shaking. A large black thread connected his soul to the boy's, fusing them together for eternity in the same karmic destiny.

But in the midst of all this chaos of threads, Iblis noticed that not only had all the connections stopped after increasing the power of Life and Destruction resting in Helial's, but there was something much greater in going on too.

A thread much thicker than the others, which contained all the colors of the universe, suddenly connected the souls of Helial and Pseudonym.

That thread now seemed to contain in itself all the forces of the universe, all the whims of the gods and the will of destiny itself. Under the incredulous gaze of the greatest Devil in history, an enormous thread began to tie inextricably the destinies of Helial and the black knight, to the point of making it impossible for them not to intertwine.

Now the thread became scarlet, then white, then indigo, blue and finally golden after passing through all the existing colour shades.

"I underestimated Pseudonym's importance in the Crusade of Destruction in this boy's life. Apparently, it is impossible not to put turn in the same direction and make them fight against the forces of Life together ", Iblis sighed with a distorted expression," but this can only happen when Pseudonym will decide to put down the mask and not hide behind that huge black armor. "

If Helial had heard his Master speak, he would have understood that the events that were taking place before him went far beyond the mere strengthening of the forces of Life and Destruction, as he thought. What was happening around him was so much more than that. It was in fact an indissoluble connection on a universal level with all his dearest and most hated people. This kind of connection was something that only a great Immortal with an unlimited knowledge of Life or Destruction could ever hope to create. Through this Karma, one could have incredibly reinforced their own Mana, whether it had belonged to Life, or to Destruction. Through each thread created and strengthened, their Mana would have evolved in a certain direction.

But Helial was absolutely not aware of was happening to him at that time and simply continued to operate his own Breathing Technique and strengthen his own Meridians, trying to eliminate as much impurities as possible from his body.

One by one, the threads became invisible even to Iblis' eyes, hidden in the flow of destiny. One day Helial would have been able to perceive them and exploit them in order to bring his Mana to an even higher level, but now it was too early.

***

In the flow of the river constituted by the Souls of those who were about to enter Samsara and be reincarnated, a soul who never stopped glancing right and left to look at the long ethereal legs of some of his fellow souls, opened his mouth in a big smile.

The souls who entered the cycle of reincarnation had no memory of their past life, but they could hope to remember it again after passing a certain level of Immortality. In the whole universe, no more than a few thousand people had accomplished such a feat.

But that soul, despite his past weak cultivation, smiled like an idiot and felt his being sink into a state of absolute peace and kindness, even more intense than that felt by being cradled in the arms of destiny.

And, as he let himself sail towards his new life, fog appeared around his eyes, which began to lose shreds as he floated, like an endless stream of tears.

"I would like to see my son now ..."

Those words left his mouth, but even he could not understand its meaning.

Sometimes destiny can separate people, but the Karma that holds them together can never prevent their lives, one day, from meeting again.