My Shard Bearer System - Elias's Legacy-Chapter 208: A Castles Walls

He didn’t offer it cruelly. Just plainly. As if the memories had nothing to hold onto—no tether strong enough to surface.

"It was like brushing past static."

Elias’s glow flickered, his voice trembling with a mix of disappointment and curiosity.

"Oh... I guess," he said, the words a whisper, a thread of uncertainty in the void, his glow pulsing with the effort.

"I mean... when someone dies... what happens to their soul? Does it just vanish, or move on, or what?"

The godless crucifix stepped back. The spires trembled with him, their whispers growing louder, layered like voices half-buried in water. A chorus of souls stretched thin across time, too weak to scream, too aware to sleep.

"If it’s allowed its natural cycle," he said, "it vanishes from existence."

His voice remained steady—no change in tone, no performance. The veins beneath his skin glowed brighter, the light reaching his neck, down his arms.

"There’s a level above ours. Higher than the fourth. We don’t understand it. We can’t track it. I can’t see past it. And neither can they."

He didn’t name who he meant. He didn’t have to.

"Unless the soul is captured... in the moment of death... it slips into that layer. And it’s gone."

Elias’s glow pulsed, slower now, the edges dimmer than before. His voice trembled with quiet resignation.

"I see... then I suppose my question would be pointless in that regard," he said.

The ache behind his words hadn’t changed. Kikaru. Dot. The weight of what might already be gone.

The godless crucifix tilted his head. His silver eyes narrowed. The faint smile didn’t widen, but it steadied—less sharp now, more settled. He studied Elias for a moment before answering.

"Nonsense," he said.

Each word landed like stone dropped into still water. The crimson mist stirred again, brushing against his boots, the spires responding in kind—small vibrations, like agreement.

"The worst I can tell you is... I don’t know."

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Elias’s glow pulsed, his voice faint but steady, cutting through the hum of the spires.

"Oh... well, in that case... can you tell me how my father died?" he asked.

The question didn’t rise in volume, but the weight behind it did. The ache of Kikaru’s absence and Dot’s capture lingered, but this pain felt older—sharper in its silence. A wound with no shape, only space.

The godless crucifix stepped closer. The crimson mist curled around his boots as he moved, reacting to his shift in tone. The spires trembled again, their whispers weaving together—no longer pleading, but curious.

"Your memories show him dying on the planet you call ’Cradle Planet,’" he said.

His voice held no uncertainty. Each word was delivered like a confirmed entry in a log.

"The outer world. Distant from your origin point. The one torn apart by factions during your youth."

The red veins beneath his skin pulsed brighter as he spoke. The Expanse absorbed his words without echo—like it had already archived them once before.

Elias’s glow responded, a flicker of pain tightening around the edges.

"That’s right," he said.

"I was around eighteen when I got the news. He’d been stationed there during the final months. They said he died during the civil war that erupted."

His voice softened. The words weren’t broken, just slowed.

"They never gave me details. No location. No closure. Just... gone."

His glow flickered again—slight, strained. The ache hadn’t moved. It had simply made room for more.

The godless crucifix stepped back, the spires trembling with the motion, their whispers rising again—thick with trapped voices, layered like breath across broken glass. The Expanse stirred, not in anger, but in anticipation.

"I know it’s stupid," Elias continued, his voice faint but steady, cutting through the low hum between them.

"But it’s really been my only purpose since learning he’d died... wanting to live up to what he had done. What he might’ve stood for."

The glow around him flickered again, sharper now—ashamed, but still steady.

"But I failed. At every step. The academy, the trials... the way I handled myself in the shard system. So I decided to trust Kikaru with the future."

His glow dimmed at the edges, but didn’t collapse. The name carried strength in it still.

The godless crucifix tilted his head. Silver eyes narrowed. That same faint smile lingered—not amused, not dismissive. Just aware.

He studied Elias for a moment longer, then turned his body toward the far edge of the realm.

"Please," he said, his voice low and even.

"Come follow me."

Each word pressed outward, like stone set into the foundation of something older. The crimson mist swirled harder around his feet. The spires behind him reacted with another faint vibration, pulsing once in rhythm with Dot’s orb.

The crucifix moved, his cloak dragging behind him in fluid motion. The black outer shell drank the ambient light while the red interior flared with each step.

As they walked, the fractured void of the Shattered Expanse shifted around them—not violently, but with quiet intention. The obsidian tiles beneath the godless crucifix’s boots angled upward, adjusting their positions one by one, as if laying the path ahead in response to his presence. The realm didn’t resist their movement—it guided it.

The crimson mist thickened, rising slowly, curling around his cloak like a living shroud. Its faint scent of decay sharpened with each step, merging with the cold sting of ozone that clung to the stale air. The mist didn’t part for them. It wrapped tighter.

The spires around them whispered louder. No single voice. Just the mass—layers of soul-tones coiled into a chorus too dense to separate. Their pale blue glow pulsed in time with Elias’s soullight, flickering with a kind of awareness—as if even the sealed spirits recognized another bound essence moving among them.

Then the air changed again.

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