___ Hi Yuzu here, just wanted to tell everyone that i messed up and accidentally cut off my prologue too early so I am just going to split it into three parts, here's part 2---

After a few hours of climbing Carcalo with my bare hands, I finally reached the first of the three rings of Caraclo. The rings were essentially hollowed out areas that ran around the entire circumference of the mountain and inside each ring was a river that looped around into itself. The river was unique because it was always flowing fast but without a start or end.

Inside the river were a large number of undeads in essence form that needed to be sorted out and then thrown into one of the 5 domains.

Essence form undeads are like ghosts but once taken out of the river they would solidify and become physical form undeads. The river was kinda like a storage box for new souls that would arrive in hell, and each of the 3 rings had souls based on their strength. With me being on the third ring, I had the weakest soul strength undeads to work with.

And now we arrive to the present. Here I am on my hands and knees shoveling undeads out of the river with my bare hands so I could manipulate their soul energy with my own to try and decay the bindings around my own soul that are stopping me from using my death magic.

Magic is essentially the conversion of spiritual energy or otherwise known as mana, to create or manipulate the elements or laws of the world. One example of magic is making a simple fireball, this would classify as elemental magic. Law magic is magic such as increasing the gravity in your immediate surrounding area or increasing your strength by condensing mana all around your body. A few centuries ago, in the past law magic used to be called arcane magic but that word felt to limiting to all the things you could accomplish so it simply got restated into law magic.

Now I am a practitioner of a special type of law magic known as death magic which is the control of and manipulation of souls. Which is one of the reasons I can manipulate a different type of energy than my spiritual energy, something called soul energy.

Death magic requires the use of spiritual energy and also generally no magic uses up your actual soul energy because that would be the same as self-destructing your own existence, but that’s not to say that I can’t manipulate my soul energy to force other soul energy to gravitate to my own or do my bidding.

My idiot brothers have no idea the powers at my disposal. They truly did underestimate me if they thought that mere bindings on my magic would render me useless. True practitioners of death magic can manipulate their own soul energy to devour the soul of a being like a dragon without so much as lifting a finger.

I am not at that sort of level yet but something like creating a pull effect on other soul energy and making the soul suicide to decay the bindings on my death magic is child’s play.

I am really tired, and extremely pissed off it took me close to 4 months to climb up to the first ring and I am already 18. I spent my birthday with bloody hands climbing up a god-damn vertical mountain and now I had to sit here on my ass and shovel dead people out of some stupid river and constantly use my soul energy like a god-damn flute.. UGH!! I wish I could give my brothers the ass whooping they deserve but they have the seal of the devil and I have no means to fight against them. The only thing I can do is lay low and bide my time.

--- 2 Months later —

“It seems as I am getting close...” I muttered under my breathe, I've finally managed to corrode the bindings around my soul enough that a few more minutes and I would have access to my death magic again. I am sitting here on the cold River bank with my eyes closed so I could focus on my soul energy when suddenly I notice a presence nearby.

“You've got to be kidding me…” I notice that there’s two presences coming straight at me from above and that there closing in fast. It’s most likely my brothers come down to finish me but I have no idea how they know that I am alive and here.

“Hello dearest Muzumi, fancy seeing you here”

I turn around and see my older brother Kuro standing above me looking down at my pitiful state with a smug smile on his face. Just looking at him makes me want to rip his throat out but I know that I am at a disadvantage so I have to suck it up and see if I can talk my way out of this.

“What do u want Kuro, I’ll forgive you for tossing me of a cliff and leaving me to die so just leave me alone, if you bother me I’ll tell father and I am sure he won’t be too pleased”

Kuro raised his eyebrows and says “Don’t worry Muzumi were just here to finish the job we started it seems as if you’re a lot more resourceful than we thought”.

Suddenly my expression becomes serious, I have to figure out a way to get away from these idiots alive. An idea pops up in my head

“Well okay Kuro but you’re going to have to catch me first idiot”, I turn around and jump into the river