Chapter 493: Revant Awakening

Chapter 493: Revant Awakening



Northern stood for a few seconds, his mind blank.

What he had just witnessed went against all common sense-or at least, the boundaries of what was defined as common sense in this world.

He could use souls to create weapons? Items?

'I thought items could only be gained upon kills! If I can create them, then what exactly does this insinuate?'

So many questions tumbled through Northern's mind, tiring him out in that moment.

He was happy-overwhelmed by joy, in fact-but at the same time, he was wary and inquisitive. This caused his suspicions of Ul to rise once again.

And he couldn't help but wonder, 'Is everything that has always been so far in Ul'Tra-el really as it seems?'

Even now, there was no certain answer, but the appearance of this unique ability had given him the right to question it.

And as long as a question exists, one day, there will definitely come an answer.

'I will find it,' Northern's eyes gleamed with determination.

He refocused on his new ability. He really could create weapons with the souls of monsters. "Soul Forge," he muttered.

It was the last of the abilities he had received as a result of the progress of his soul, and it was very satisfying to him-especially Soul Forge.

Northern sat on the ground of the palace. With the new view, it felt more lively and homely than before.

Then he summoned the Night Terror, who appeared before him, bowing.

Night Terror had no physical change, but the monster's eyes gleamed with intelligence-a precise and certain kind of intelligence, unlike anything that had been there before.

"Bring the new guy," Northern commanded casually, but Night Terror instantly understood. He stood up and walked away, passing between the pillars, and after a few moments, returned hauling a coffin with large shackles draped over his shoulder.

Northern tried not to mind the screeching of the coffin on the glass-like ground as Night Terror dragged it to his front.

The monster halted, bowed, and stepped back. Northern then looked at the coffin.

'The soul of a Tyrant...'n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

It only took that single moment for Northern to realize how powerful this creature could be.

The Tyrant rested his hand on the coffin lid and slowly pushed himself up, levitating out of the coffin, with dark smoke flowing over his lower body.

Northern turned as he watched him land opposite him, observing as he looked around the Void Palace for a while before their eyes finally met.

Then the Tyrant's voice rang out.

"This is incredible," he said, looking around and admiring the scenery.

Northern was taken aback, his eyes slightly widening. The voice of the creature before him sounded exactly like his own-hoarse and rough, like a weathered surface.

Not only that, but save for the unique eyes, the dark lines beneath his lip, the extremely pale skin, and white eyes, this creature looked exactly like him.

He was like a warm Northern with black hair.

'I don't know whether to call this a good thing...'

The creature was obviously going to be insanely powerful, but would he be as controllable as Northern wished and hoped?

'At this point, the last thing I need is a servant whose disobedience will mess up my plans.'

That's why Northern knew, in that moment, that there was no better time to establish his

place than now.

'He might be a Tyrant, but he is linked to me, lives because of me, and can die if I will it so.' With that thought, Northern summoned confidence, which reflected in his dark eyes.

His gaze became imposing, falling on the Tyrant like a blanket of moonless darkness, causing

the Tyrant to suddenly grow cold.

He involuntarily lowered his gaze as Northern's chin rose.

Then Northern took purposeful strides toward the creature, stopping in front of him and

saying:

"Here are a few things to engrave in your core, Revant. I am your god, your creator, your master, and the only one you owe obedience, loyalty, and your life to."