Chapter 55: Final Preparations

Adjusting her glasses, Kirana wore a mix of excitement and seriousness on her face as she responded to Ty, "Precisely, Ty. It seems like a part of your soul carries the legacy of some ancient divine practices, it might possibly be from the Sumerian era.

These seals within you are not just any random occurrences; they seem to be acting like some protective barriers, ensuring that the divine fragments within your soul are accessed only by the rightful heir."

After a pause to let the information sink in, she continued, "Think of these seals as a kind of ancient security system, safeguarding the immense powers from falling into the wrong hands."

"Only those with a rightful claim, a direct lineage to those ancient souls imbued with divine fragments, can unlock and wield this power."

After he said that, the room was filled with a heavy silence as Ty absorbed the information, feeling the weight of the history of the powers that lay within him.

The Demon King listened intently, his mind weaving through the threads of ancient legends and divine powers, trying to fathom what might be the significance of this revelation in their ongoing journey.

Offering a respectful nod, Kirana's eyes were sharp and determined. "Of course, Demon King. I'll delve deeper into the mysteries surrounding these seals. Given the Sumerian origin of the locks placed on your soul and the possible connection with the Angelic race, there's still a lot to uncover and learn."

"It's fascinating to think that the Sumerians might have collaborated with the Angelic race at some point of time, absorbing knowledge and skills from them. But just like most powerful entities, it's not surprising that the Angelic race later decided to restrict the mortal realm from accessing Reiesencia and harnessing its magic."

After a brief pause to gather her thoughts, she continued, "The 12 realms and their interconnections are complex, with each realm having its distinct properties and histories, other than that the Angelic race's ability to influence multiple realms and their decision to meddle in them is a subject of much debate and speculation.

Ty nodded, absorbing the weight of the Demon King's words and the enigmatic new power that had been bestowed upon him. "Yeah, I can understand that there is a lot of fighting left until I can reclaim my life, even if you think I'm crazy for wanting it. I will get my life back with Jade," Ty declared resolutely.

A rare, subtle smile graced Demon King's lips. "I have no doubt in it," he affirmed, "You will possess the power to make that a reality, I feel. However, remember that you will need to grow stronger to achieve that goal. But for now, head off to rest, and we will discuss further about this in the morning."

Ty, still staring at the mark on his shoulder, felt a mixture of honor and bewilderment. "Thank you," he said, still trying to process everything that he had come across so far.

The Demon King's faith in him was apparent, and that gave Ty a sense of determination. He recognized that the path ahead was tumultuous, marked with uncertainty and pain. Yet, the bestowed power, even as cryptic as it seemed, offered a shimmer of hope.

"The 13th role," Ty mused, "Sounds ominous, but if it proves to be helpful in times of desperate need, then I'm grateful for it." He then turned at the Demon King, his skull eyes reflecting a newfound resolve. "I will do whatever it takes to get stronger, face any battle, endure any hardship. If that's what it takes to reclaim my life with Jade, then so be it."

The Demon King nodded, his expression softening, "That's the spirit, Ty. Remember, you're not alone; we will pick up from here tomorrow. The road ahead is long and filled with uncertainty, but with perseverance and the right allies on your side, it's not impassable."

"You're not simply fighting for your life, Ty, but also for love and the chance to be with Jade again," the Demon King added, his voice imbued with a subtle understanding.

Ty felt a surge of gratitude within him and nodded. "I'll rest up and be ready to continue tomorrow. Thank you for your guidance and support," he replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie that somewhat alleviated the weight of his troubles.

As Ty left to find solace in rest, the room seemed to linger with a sense of hope and determination and was filled with the silent vows of battles that had to be won and a life to be reclaimed.

Exhausted from the day's events, Ty made his way to his sleeping quarters, the green flames on him disappearing into nothingness as he embraced the oblivion of sleep.