Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1150

Chapter 1150 Soul Projection Part 2

Nalrond refused to believe her and thought that Morok was just playing a prank on them. Blinking away was a cheap trick that anyone could do whereas only a few selected individuals could commune with Mogar.

He extended his hands in a similar way to that he had used back when Faluel had tried to teach him Spirit Magic. The Fringe was right in front of him and Mogar’s essence was so strong that it took him a single attempt to establish a link.

A thousand voices flooded his mind, some ancient and other new, yet he could understand them all. A normal person would have become mad or died of shock due to the flood of different personalities talking at the same time.

The stronger one’s ego was, the harder the impact would be. Resisting the stampede of foreign thoughts, experiences, and beliefs was impossible. Instead of fighting them, Nalrond let them flow while focusing on his own name.

A single word that encompassed his past as well as his future. Once most of the voices disappeared, only one remained. It asked him several personal questions, some simple, others more complicated, but to each one of them, he had to answer sincerely, no matter how painful it was.

’Why did you leave?’ Mogar asked.

’For revenge. There was nothing left for me here.’ Nalrond replied.

’Then why did you return?’

’To see my home one last time before moving forward and to help my companions.’ Nalrond’s last answer gave him access to the Fringe and to the surprise it held.

’Are they really so important to you?’

’No, but I hope they will be. Hope is all I have left.’

After Nalrond thought those words, he could see Morok standing a few meters from him, gesturing to the air as if he was having an argument with an imaginary friend.

"What the heck are you doing?" Nalrond asked.

"Trying to convince this jackass of a planet of letting the girls in, or at least Quylla. After I got back in, I understood that it doesn’t make sense to get out again until- Great Mother almighty, what’s that?" Morok pointed right above Nalrond’s head.

A giant figure resembling his Rezar half floated in mid-air, clawing at the human half while weeping non-stop.

"It’s just my Soul Projection. Everyone gets one inside a Fringe, even you." Nalrond looked above Morok’s head just to see empty air. "How did you do it?"

"How did I do what?"

"Never mind." Nalrond returned outside, too shocked to waste any more time.

"I’ve got bad news and I’ve got good news. The bad news is that you were right, Morok somehow got in so we’ll have to bring him along. The good news is that the Fringe is still here and looks exactly like I remembered it. _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}