After the earlier ordeal, everybody had wanted time to relaxation. The deep dwarves had all wanted to be resurrected, and though their bodily our bodies have been recovered for essentially the most half, the situation they have been in was at a degree that they have been extraordinarily weak. I wasn’t significantly better, having gone every week with out consuming and likewise having to forged such an intensive and mana-consuming spell. Then there was Terra, who needed to carry me out of there on her personal after her soul had spent months hiding from the darkness.

It wasn’t simply the bodily pressure that folks wanted time to get better from, but in addition the emotional pressure. It appeared that the deep dwarves have been properly conscious of their captivity. They’d been in Twilight’s lore, being tempted by the life she supplied, for innumerable years. The group that had survived so far was the group that had realized they have been residing in deception and had fought it tooth and nail for untold years.

They needed to witness approximations and illusions of their family members with harm eyes as they have been compelled to reject and ignore them time and time once more. There have been instances once they have been unable to see the distinction between actuality and phantasm. The one redeeming high quality was that they didn’t bear in mind their time as wraiths that have been used to seek out and kill their fellow dwarves as they fled, however that was a small reduction.

Now that they have been alive once more, they have been in an unfamiliar place. The deep that that they had as soon as tamed was a wildland full of monsters and curses, and their ancestorial house that had been was a ghost city was destroyed. Everybody they ever knew and beloved had both died lengthy ages previous or ultimately broke down and unified with Twilight, changing into a everlasting and indistinguishable a part of her lifestream, their lore completely misplaced to time.

Then, as if so as to add insult to damage, the king that that they had thought betrayed them had given his life to avoid wasting them. In a manner, he had exchanged his soul for all of theirs. It gave them a sophisticated feeling. To say that they wanted time to grieve was an understatement. Seeing what was left of this as soon as proud nation huddled collectively in my soul world, it was really a pitiable sight.

Watching them taught me some issues that I had by no means realized earlier than. For instance, Terra had skilled a really comparable occasion. Her complete household had perished, and she or he had been trapped underground for a few years earlier than lastly rising in a world the place every thing was totally different. It was no surprise that she had hooked up herself to me. It wasn’t simply the management rod that had related us. She had wanted me as a result of she had nothing else.

“What, Grasp?” Terra seemed up at me, blushing barely as I seemed down at her.

“You’re unbelievable,” I said.

“Though it bonded to me once I grabbed it, this might theoretically be used to regulate you. By all metrics, you’re a golem, and that makes you nearer to a tamed monster than a slave. This management rod was what as soon as bridged the distinction. Regardless that you have been a monster, a dungeon guardian, you have been handled like a slave underneath my absolute management. You don’t have a slave mark like the opposite ladies, however you’ve got this rod as a substitute. Anybody who took this rod may additionally take management of you. It could be bonded to me, however I’ve seen sufficient magic over these months to understand how simply such a factor like this may be overridden.”

“What’s Grasp saying?” She seemed up at me in confusion.

“I’m saying that I’m performed controlling you.” I broke the management rod in half, inflicting Terra to let loose a pant of shock.

“Wh-what did you do?”

“Our bond was reduce once I was dragged into the Illusory Sword Dungeon. I may use this rod to revive our connection, however somewhat than management you, I’d somewhat personal you!”

In fact, a part of the explanation I had by no means performed this earlier was that I wasn’t assured I may. At this level, my Slave Grasp, Monster Tamer, and even the presence of the brand new Soulsmith gave me the arrogance to discard the management rod.

Her eyes widened at my phrases, after which she smiled. “Grasp, you all the time have.”

I reached out and wrapped my arms round her, and the pair of us embraced. As we kissed, I used Enslave on Terra, making her soul mine.