Chapter 107 The Strange Stranger

Chapter 107 The Strange Stranger

"This is crazy... I don't understand how he is even alive." Braham said with a puzzled frown straining his face.

After bringing Northern out of the rift, he began examining him under the persistent command of Annette.

He didn't know who this young man could have been to have the cold hearted drunkard change so much.

For the few minutes that Northern had been brought in, Annette had spoken more than she had in the past six months.

The identity of this person bothered not only him but almost every member of the cohort.

He was the sole survivor of the rift that was growing.

There was so many questions he needed to answer.

Questions like, how long had he been in the rift?

Who killed those monsters they saw in the castle?

And who is he? Is he even a student like them?

Letting out a sigh, Braham brushed away all the thoughts and decided to do what he was asked.

Braham was not particularly a healer nor did he have a healing based talent. It was just a talent ability he received after reaching the Nomad rank a few months ago.

Of course, unlike Northern, Braham was from a noble family.

The son of a Count who is a well respected diplomat in the nation of Pyr'Eldoria.

As such he was provided with more than enough resources for growth.

Despite how promising his talent was, Braham had failed the academy entrance exam for reasons he would not tell anyone but was later rescouted by the former principal.

Even before being scouted, he had been into rifts three times, he was already on the verge of entering the nomad rank.

He had a edge over everyone... well, except one person.

Braham took the container that was next to him and closed his eyes.

The container was filled with sand, as his hands came upon it, something from the embrace of the sand began to shimmer with green glow.

In a seconds, a seed sprouted out sand, and bloomed into a yellow star-shaped flower.

Braham placed the container on Northern's chest and exhaled slowly. Then he placed his hands on his laps and closed his eyes one more time.

The petals of the flower began to fall and the green stem stretched wider, becoming a vine that slowly crawled over Northern's body, branching out of each other and running over his war-torn armor to touch every part of his body.

When the vine had encased Northern's body in whole. The healing process was to start.

But Braham suddenly opened his eyes and frowned, a drop of sweat running down his face.

He watched the vine get corrupted: turning from vibrant green to purplish-black and withering into crumbs.

A strained smile parted his lips.

Northern just could tell that he had grown so much from killing Night Terror.

But the best was yet to come.

The area suddenly shuddered and began to break apart.

"Huh... what is happening?" Northern's voice wavered.

Fear gripped his heart as he saw cracks running across the darkness. The space trembled powerfully.

Limitless Void... as he thought it to be was breaking apart.

However, his fears completely disappeared after seeing the system's notification.

[Congratulations]

[Your soul has evolved]

[You have become a drifter]

[All talent abilities can now be used however you want]

[All weapon abilities can now be used however you want]

[All attributes of copied talent have been unsealed and are taking root in your soul]

[Your copied talent have been converted to owned talent]

[A new talent slot has been added]

[You have absorbed the second Vestige of the Chaos Prince]

[A change is happening in your soul]

[You have gained three new attributes]

As these torrent of messages from the system flooded his vision, the breaking scenery finally shattered and Northern found himself, standing in a dark colossal hall.

The hall stretched endlessly, devoid of light. Towering pillars, immense as ancient redwoods, lined the sides in solemn rows, holding aloft the vaulted ceiling high overhead.

Intricate patterns were meticulously engraved into the arching stone canopy above, details barely discernible in the enveloping gloom.

At the farthing end of the vast hall, a short flight of stairs led up to a throne - though throne seemed an inadequate term for the colossal seat.

It loomed ahead, constructed on a scale befitting the residence of a titanic giant, with armrests extending like the wings of a slumbering dragon.

Yet before the stairs crested, an impenetrable wall of undulating black flames barred further progress, illuminating the shadowy space in a ghostly danse macabre.

The floor itself was as smooth as a dark mirror, reflecting the flicking shadows in haunting distortion across its glassy surface.

An oppressive silence reigned over the immense hall, broken only by Northern's own breathe.

"What... the hell?"

His voice echoed endlessly through the limitless Void.