Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1563 - 88: Fate Returned

"You scoundrel!! What did you do to Fisher?! I’ll kill you!!"

The sight of Rafael’s angry roar left Agares, who had just grown half a head and whose consciousness was not yet fully awake, dumbfounded as she looked up. She panted, struggling to drag her mangled body upright, and finally saw the murky sea of mud before her. But at this moment, the mud sea seemed foggy, making it hard for her to see anything clearly...

Or rather, it wasn’t that she couldn’t see clearly; it was more like her innate curiosity turned into fear, refusing to observe the certain existence within.

"La la... La la... La..."

She seemed to hear that chilling song from within, filling her with fear and bringing an ominous premonition from deep within her heart.

She lowered her head, blank-minded, while Rafael beside her was already burning with anger, naturally believing that the beautiful woman before them was the mastermind behind Fisher’s current state.

She swung her gun’s flourish, the scales on her body standing upright, spewing endless steam.

Yet far away, Helair just held Fisher in her arms, watching cold-eyed, then said with a smile,

"It’s laughable, your polluted blessing is almost exploding from fright, yet you still have such spirit..."

"Blessing, what blessing? Stop yammering, release Fisher now!!"

Rafael ignored her, veins bulging on her forehead, gripping her spear and leaping forward. But facing the boundless black mud, the trembling deep in her soul made her body uncontrollably soft, causing the spear attacking Helair to weaken slightly.

The red flames burned fiercely, enveloping the spearhead aimed at Helair’s head. But she just waved her hand gently, and Rafael’s body was wrapped and bound by countless rays of morning light, stopping her in mid-air.

"Ugh!"

Feeling the pull of the morning light, the spear formed of blood in her hand dripped down powerlessly in liquid form. She clenched her teeth, still trying to tear apart the morning light on her body, but the gap in rank was evident here, leaving her only to watch Helair below, smiling...

"Your ancestor, the source of your bloodline Fermat Baha was granted a blessing by Dalasgon endowed with its authority. He could freely open the gap leading to the Spirit Realm as the Guardian. But thousands of years ago, he was killed by the Soul Disaster in the Mythical War, and the blessing on him fell off, circulated by his blood until it returned to you..."

Helair used the morning light to push Rafael closer to the black mud on the ground, feeling intense fear. At this moment, red flames uncontrollably ignited on Rafael’s body like a dazzling sun, making her soul and Dragon Horn exceptionally glaring.

But Helair just looked straight at the flames and continued,

"What Fermat Baha didn’t know was that the blessing fallen from him had been polluted by Chaos, becoming a time bomb ready to ignite the gap. At the moment the blessing falls from you again, it will take effect, setting ablaze the ’Flames of the Soul’, bridging the Spirit Realm and the real world... Originally, this was supposed to happen five and a half years ago..."

Rafael watched the red flames on her body ignite, as countless nightmare scenes in her eyes seemed to be ignited by the blessing’s fire inside her.

She suddenly recalled when she was in Philone City, the mechanical creation by Philone using soul technology tried to seize her soul, her body burst forth with equally brilliant flames, flames from her soul...

That was a warning bell, yet she treated it as wind past her ears.

Philone didn’t truly want her soul as fuel but was subconsciously tempted by the still undeveloped soul chaos within him to release the polluted blessing of Fermat Baha.

Then, she should have perished, burning the gap, but at that time, someone changed her fate...

Rafael’s eyes turned red, looking at Fisher, who had completely turned into black mud. She murmured a word, recalling all Fisher had done for her in Philone City,

"Fisher..."

"Indeed, my poor Fisher didn’t know, everything he obtained had long been secretly marked with a price. All the fate that should have fallen upon you was entirely transferred onto him by that damned fluke survivor..."

Although Helair still maintained a smile, it already carried a sense of mere politeness in it.

From beneath her feet, countless lines of fate extended from the black mud, running straight forward until they reached their demise. On this line, her silhouette appeared and disappeared, yet it seemed never to have entered this fate, never discovered by any existence.

She is Helair, Gui, Paimon, and countless other living creatures in this world alike, nothing special, just silently experiencing everything, finally welcoming their end like characters...

Caleb Wuz once mentioned that the stars are naturally the most devout spectators in the world, and the soul’s master, evidently in this aspect, outstrips any Chaos Species.