After turning the explosive lightning based heaven and earth energy into a softer version, Fell began one fine thread of energy after another. The moment his energy entered the body of the junkie, the latter began shaking rapidly as though millions of volts were coursing through his flesh.The hobo"s dirty body was soon cleaned by the torrents of sweat escaping from his opened up pores. And before long, parts of the drug he had injected straight through his veins began evaporating.
Fell"s face held a mask of focus, and he knew that a momentary mistake would cause him to lose control of his strong lightning based energy. And if that ended up happening, it wouldn"t surprise him if the shanty man"s body turned into charcoal.
"I can sense that I cleared up his body of every excessive substance.", he muttered as he retracted his turbulent energy from the man"s flesh. He sighed as he rose to his feet, and waited quietly for the man to wake up.
He hadn"t only cleared the man"s body, but had also left minutes part of his energy through the shanty man"s body. Before long, he saw signs of twitching on the face of the man.
The small twitches soon turned into eyes blinks, and the next moment, the shanty man"s clear gaze was looking straight at the youth standing in front of him.
"Ye"want semethin bruther?", exclaimed the man in a questionable accent. Seeing that Fell wasn"t answering him, he rose to his feet, and was surprised to notice that he was feeling outstanding.
Usually, after experiencing the long trips that would happen after his usual fix, he would always wake up with an unG.o.dly headache. Saying that he felt as though his head had been swapped with the other extremity of his body wasn"t really an exaggeration. But that wasn"t even the worst, as every time he would awaken from dreamland, he would have to face an incredible desire to buy a ticket and travel straight back to those lands.
Yet strangely, now he felt as though he had awoken from a long reinvigorating sleep. He hummed a small tune in a quiet- near serene- tone as he felt in an abnormally good mood, and rose to his feet before gazing longly at the youth standing in front of him.
"Ye don spek?", he asked once again as he gazed at the fair face of the youth standing in front of him. "Ye did sometin to ma bodie?"
This time, the shantyman received an answer from the youth standing in front of him. Fell nodded silently as he waited for a few second to check if the man"s bodily function were properly working.
"I did cleanse your body from that substance.", he exclaimed in an explaining tone that caused the shanty man"s eyes to open widely.
Less than a second pa.s.sed after he heard it, that the man"s fist was already clenched tightly, ready to send them to the youth who ruined his journey through dreamlands. But, his good mood- and what was left of his survival instinct- stopped him from hurling a fist to his benefactor.
"Thanks to yer, am feelin exceptional fresh.", he muttered through his broken teeth. "Ye, very much exceptional.", he added in the same way a student would repeat his homework in an attempt to learn it by heart.
His eyes cleared as he stopped looking at the uneven pavement piled on the floor, and looked at the young man in a watchful gaze. "I sheld thank"ya.", the hobo added in a nod as he reminded himself how social interaction worked outside of dreamland.
"D"ye need somthin ma bruhta?", his tongue flapped in a lightning fast manner that Fell found difficult to understand.
But the young cultivator still paid extra attention to the warped words leaving the hobo"s parched lips. He pondered for a few seconds, doubting that such a man would know the whereabouts of Sifiso, but nonetheless still decided to try.
"I"m looking for a certain individual named Sifiso. All I know about his whereabouts is that he lives in the Core, you can help me with this?", he spoke slowly and took extra attention to articulating each syllable leaving his mouth.
The shantyman looked deeply at him while hearing his sentence, and before long, gazed deeply at the sky as though he was looking at a reflection of his own thought. Thankfully, today"s sky was particularly void of the constant toxic fumes in the same way the hobo"s mind was particularly swift.
He stroked his dirtied face in the same way an intellectual would do in front of a mathematical problem. Then, his mouth opened, and one of his hand formed a fist that he slapped on his other hand.
"Gat"ya. Follow me.", he added as he turned around and began moving without waiting for Fell. He delved deep in the maze like streets of the Core, uncaring of the young man following him as he didn"t try to slow his step.
Fell was walking in an unhurried manner, while the hobo had nearly darted in a run after turning the first street. It was unknown if he had suddenly wanted to compete in a running compet.i.tion, or had simply felt that the pinching in his chest had disappeared. Yet strangely, even with Fell walking at a snail pace speed, he never lost track of the speeding hobo.
He continued following the man quietly, unsure if he truly knew the way, but as it was Fell"s first lead to Sifiso. He could only continue down this path while hoping it would lead to at least another clue.
Time pa.s.sed quietly as the pair crossed one crooked alley after another, and before long, Fell sensed the energy he had left in the hobo"s body come to a stop. He accelerated his step, and soon arrived behind the hobo.
The shantyman was in the midst of pointing with his finger toward a strange construct in the distance. A warped cylindrical building that tilted to the point where it threatened to fall apart at any moment notice.
"Ye see that?", he exclaimed and coughed before spitting a grey clogged chunk of mucus. "Ge ther, yell find wa"t ye wan"t.", he added before turning around and departed the venue.
Fell stood in place for a short period of time, before sending his sense inside of the crooked building in the distance. His eyes caught on the tilted sign hanging near the door.
"Gladiator"s Heaven…", he mumbled as his sense delved inside of the construct. His soul power invaded the dense metallic sheet serving as the coliseum"s construct, and before long, his mind had access to its interior.
During the time his soul had stretched into a mantle that gradually sneaked inside of Gladiator"s Heaven, he connected his mind to his blood essence as he began feeling the numerous individual standing in the distance. The two detection technique mixed together formed a clean radar that wouldn"t miss anything.
Even the fly whiffing in the air around an old man didn"t escape his soul sense. He continued delving deeper, one individual after another appeared in his sight as he began memorizing the interior of the strange construct. At some point, he sensed a path leading underground and began following him.
"Where does this lead?", he mumbled surprised as the fact that it was the second construct he entered. Yet, once again, it also happened to be connected to an underground area. "It seems like the underground network is far vaster than I thought…", he muttered as he couldn"t help but find a reason to the lack of height in the building of the shantytown.
A few second seconds pa.s.sed as he delved deep in the earth, and before long, a vast area entered his mind. Strong emotions, and sensations seemed to have stayed locked in the sand. His soul turned into fine threads that patted the sand, laying on what looked like a large arena.
Outside of the metallic coliseum, Fell was still standing in the middle of the street- pensive- pondering about the structure of the city. Suddenly, the sand floored arena made him feel strange.
His eyes turned cloudy as his own soul was tainted by the aura in the underground arena. And before long, the emotions and sensation that were trapped in that arena escaped from the underground by following his stretched soul.
"What is this…", he felt an incredible familiarity with the emotions transmitted to him by his soul. "Why do I feel like I have already come to this place in the past…", he muttered as Fell"s undying intent surged out of the purple expanse.
He retracted his soul sense from underground, and back to his body before stepping forward. A change had taken place in Fell the moment he had sensed the aura delving in the underground arena, making him fall even deeper in reminiscence.
He thought, and thought, but could only see the void in his past.