“Are you able to summon your soul?” Twilight asked.

She was looking at me like she had before I left, seemingly completely unaware of the conversation I had just shared with Gaia and Terra. By using a slave bond with Terra, I had somehow allowed Gaia an entrance into my soul world. When I summoned my soul world here and Twilight attempted to invade it, that was when things were going to get messy.

I had faith in Terra, and with the feeling of her soul connecting to mine, there was no doubt that she was my Terra. Thus, I had nothing left to do other than begin the process. With the bell ringing, the 7th day had started. The dwarf king could ignite my soul at any second, so there was no time to waste. He hadn’t said what point on the 7th day he would ignite it, he just said that I had seven days.

I slammed my hands together, my body glowing from the numerous blessings sketched all over my body. I adjusted my jobs and skills accordingly, amplifying my resistance to miasma and darkness, and then I equipped the Soulsmith job. As Twilight had stated, the job immediately unlocked the first skill.

{You have unlocked the spell, Soul Summon.}

I began to cast the spell. Like Resurrection, it was a spell that seemed to take on a lot of mana. Rather, it was probably because of my soul’s distance and the fact it was in someone else’s clutches that made it difficult to summon. The first part of the spell seemed easy. This was the part where I located my soul and then attached mana-like wires to it, which would be used to pull it to my body. However, as soon as I started pulling, that was when it got difficult.

“Alysia... you have to tell him. Tell him... to let go. I know what I’m doing. He just needs to... trust me.” I sent such a strangled message.

I didn’t know if the message reached him, but I felt my own summon starting to fail. In the end, he was even too strong here.

“I need your soul!” Twilight snarled. “With it, I can finally free myself from this prison!”

“Wh-what?”

At that moment, my soul suddenly stopped facing pressure. It was like when someone was playing tug-a-war, and one side let go. My soul flew into me so quickly that I was knocked to my knees. As my soul returned, Twilight began laughing.

“Finally... your soul is mine!”