Chapter 342 – Zoris

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Percy was about to speak, to brief Doh and Latt on what he’d discovered about the ring, when Zoris stopped him. Percy asked, ignoring the god’s insults. He got a mental nod back. Percy asked again. Percy frowned, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and regret. This was something he hadn’t even considered to test before. His bond with his hosts and Micky was so convenient… They could freely share thoughts and images with one another, allowing for quick and discreet communication. But he’d always simply assumed this was a feature of his bloodline, not something that could be accomplished without it. If only he’d known this before… It would have been handy on so many occasions. Whenever he was trying to describe a complex enchantment to Nesha, or when he was trying to share his insight on Circulation with the girls, or when he was briefing his companions on his clones’ travels. He sighed. Walking up to Doh and Latt, he asked them to place a hand on each of his shoulders. Zoris did explain how this was meant to work but, honestly, he didn’t have to. Now that he’d planted the idea in Percy’s mind, it wasn’t hard for him to figure it out by himself. Zoris said. Percy nodded. He was already used to severing chunks of his soul and moving them around his host’s bodies. It was a bit like discovering a new muscle group that others didn’t even know they had. His control wasn’t as precise inside his main body as it was with the wisps he sent out, but it shouldn’t take him long to get better at that too. In any case, this was good enough for now. Allowing his wisp to stretch to Sol’s shoulders, he moved it as close to her skin as possible. It was harder to extend it outside her body, and the others didn’t seem to have as much awareness of their souls as him, so they couldn’t copy his action. Drawing some mana from Sol’s cores, he allowed it to accumulate in her shoulders, forming a bridge between everyone’s souls. Just like that, he felt two more people connect with him. [Congratulations! You have mastered a new spell: Soul-to-soul – Crude!] Next, he took a few minutes to bring everyone up to speed on Svarog’s tale. He explained what the Rings of Sacrilege were, before moving on to the information that Zoris had shared. It was a bit funny actually, watching their expressions jump from curiosity to surprise and elation… even horror at times. By the end, the poor Melodians were staring at the ring with a blend of caution and respect. Not that he blamed them – since the object contained the remnant will of an ancient god. One that had very likely predated their entire civilization, and even saved their ancestors once. Of course, Percy’s ‘lecture’ hadn’t gone without its hiccups either. At one point, they’d been interrupted by a small herd of beasts, forcing them to take a few minutes to eliminate the pests. After that, Latt had even let slip of Metatron’s name, much to Percy’s dismay. Unlike Percy and – to a lesser extent – Sol, the other Melodians didn’t have much experience keeping their thoughts and emotions from spilling through the bond, so it was no wonder the Yellow-born had failed to keep the information to himself. Alas, the damage was small. It turned out, Zoris didn’t even know about Metatron or the Vault. Apparently, the artificial world hadn’t been created yet during his time. And it wasn’t like the fallen god had the means – or even the intention – of reaching out to the callous titan. His best bet was probably to remain on Melodia, hiding in a corner of the universe void of divine politics – just like he had done until now. Sol said, having mostly remained quiet up to that point. The author's content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. The god fell silent, seemingly pondering over her words, but that didn’t last long. Doh said, jumping into the conversation. The former god sent a mental shrug back. He chuckled, but it was hollow. Even now, it seemed that Zoris had trouble accepting the stupidity of it all. Percy’s heart clenched as he felt the undisguised bitterness in the god’s soul. That said, he wouldn’t mind getting Nesha to examine the truthfulness of his words if he got the chance. It was entirely possible the man was lying to their faces to elicit their sympathy, or to conceal something important. At least, he didn’t feel confident in seeing through the acting skills of such an ancient being. In any case, the others seemed more willing to take him on his word. Doh said, bowing politely. Zoris said. And there it was. The confirmation of Percy’s earlier guess. Openly collaborating with the Melodians would have potentially allowed them to cleanse the planet of both the beasts and the spectral fiends. But Zoris would have risked getting captured by them, only to be treated as a precious heirloom to be passed down among their Green-borns and Yellow-borns forever. he asked, still unsure about the former god’s intentions. This time, Zoris’s soul flared up with genuine irritation though. he replied, his voice oozing with fanatical passion. Now Percy could relate to. At the end of the day, wasn’t he the same? Everyone told him it was impossible for him to attain divinity, yet he’d sooner die than accept that grim forecast. But Zoris wasn’t done. Percy frowned. the god scoffed. Hearing Zoris’s words, Percy briefly considered offering to help him. But even if Zoris hadn’t been a complete stranger, he didn’t know if he could turn him into a familiar. The god wasn’t just a disembodied soul – he was a Ring of Sacrilege, the product of a Decree. Could he even break him free of that state? This wouldn’t just be an act of kindness. Turning a former god into a familiar might bring him all sorts of benefits, so he wouldn’t rule it out completely. But he’d rather get the blessing first, and verify that Zoris was trustworthy before even floating the idea. For now, everyone’s motivations were about as clear as they could be – at least until he brought the ring to Nesha. Percy knew he couldn’t stay on Melodia much longer, so it was time to decide who would keep the ring, and under what terms…

Chapter 342 – Zoris

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