Aster quickly saw the place and determined it to be some old, dilapidated altar of some sort. It was made out of stone, with what seemed like a sacrificial table set in the middle.
On the floor of it, there was a complex magical symbol drawn. As soon as he saw it, he felt it strangely familiar and quickly realized why.
"This is the same as the seal on my right hand!"
He tried to confirm it by raising his hand and checking, but to his surprise, there was no drawing on it at the moment. His hand looked as normal as it could be... or not.
"...!"
He was so busy inspecting the surroundings that he was late to notice the change in his body.
Instead of his current, healthy-looking form, the appearance he had right now was the same as right before he was put to sleep by his parents. Srawny, with arms and legs as thin as sticks, almost as if he would break with the slightest touch.
Of course, he was shocked to see himself revert to his old appearance, but at the same time, it allowed him to gain a little bit of his composure.
'So this place is like a mind space or something? I've read about those in novels often...'
Inside the mind-space, one would usually take the appearance that the person himself thinks is the most suitable for himself. And seeing that he was looking like his scrawny self in the past, meant that he was still far from moving on from his old self.
"Ahahaha! Look, sister. The idiot really came~!????"
Right as he was starting to calm down, a lively voice, cheerful and energetic, echoed all over the place. Aster quickly looked around, trying to find where the source was, but couldn't. The sound was coming from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint its origin!
"Stop it, sister. Still, now that our level is several times higher than his, the control over this body is now ours.❄"
"Great~! Now, we can survive longer, at least~!????"
Aster listened to their voices, and couldn't help but recall how he ended up messing up.
'I killed those Anti-Human Movement bastards with the legacy!'
Killing anything with mana would cause their residual mana, a.k.a. EXP, to flow to the one who dealt the last blow. In short, killing people would grant one experience too. But since he used the Frostfire Legacy instead of killing them himself, he ended up granting an abundant amount of experience to the thing that was trying to rob him of control of his body!
Aster, without hesitation at all, struck the stone table with his fist.
*BAM!*
It was such a powerful punch that the entire altar shook for a short moment! Of course, punching a solid stone with bare fists wouldn't end prettily.
"FFFUCK! That hurts!"
Aster cried as he held his bleeding right hand. His fingers were bending in random directions, showing that he literally broke all the bones on them with just a single strike. If he were in his real body, then his face would be covered in cold sweat with how intense the pain was!
"YOU!????"
"Interesting... So, you're holding yourself hostage, is that it?❄"
The Flame Spirit sounded as if she didn't expect such action from him, but the Ice Spirit didn't seem too surprised.
"But too bad for you; in this place, you can't die.❄" She added with a light sneer.
"I see..."
Aster nodded his head, but then, returned a fierce grin up in the air, staring at a blank space as if he were convinced that something was there.
"But too bad, you're too late to stop your sister from acting out. That reaction—it seems like me hurting myself would have some effect on my body, at least!"
"...❄"
Taking their silence as the signal, Aster turned to the table again, and this time he slammed his elbow against the sharp corner of the table.
*BAAAAAAM!* *SQUELCH!*
And, as expected, the aftermath was something disturbing to look at.
"Now, little spirits... let's do some negotiations, shall we?"