Death… And Me

"So, what do I need to do?" Rean asked. "Should I simply leave it inside our Dimensional Realm? Will this straw totem absorb the Dimensional Realm's aura on its own?"

Gragatou nodded. "That's pretty much it. This Totem already has the aura of that hidden realm, and with the aura of yours, I can use it to find the realm. You will need to leave it there for a few hours at least. To be sure, leave it there for a day. Also, I'll have you bring someone inside to make sure you were not messing with it."

The twins didn't mind. "That's obviously not a problem."

Soon, an Initial Stage Space-Time Realm cultivator entered the room. He bowed respectfully to Gragatou before turning to the twins. "I shall hold the Totem in the meanwhile. Can you send me inside? Don't worry, I won't move while in there and I won't touch anything."

The twins weren't really concerned about that. After all, with Sister Orb in charge, no one can do anything while inside the Dimensional Realm. "Please do not fight the Spatial force when you feel it," Rean warned the guy.

*Zush!*

"As long as it is nothing improper, it shouldn't be a problem," Gragatou nodded. "It's about the Living Soul Devil," Rean started. "I heard that thing escaped the Realm of Gods. But then again, I find it a little strange. That thing needs Living Souls from living people. It absorbs their souls without killing them to increase its power, making it different from normal Soul Devils who use Dead Souls. So, my question is: Did it really run away? It needs souls, after all." Gragatou narrowed his eyes for a moment and then sighed. "To be honest, there was a conversation between the Semi-Celestials if we should be allowed to take it down. That's how problematic that creature is. However, as you can imagine, the Semi-Celestials of the Underworld refused. After all, that Living Soul Devil was buying their Devil Races the necessary time during this war in our Realm of Gods."

Rean and Roan didn't seem surprised. "It would be weird if they had allowed. After all, it was them who released this thing."

"Exactly," Gragatou knew that too. "Fortunately, there was no need for us to take action in the end. That Living SOul Devil had some kind of sensorial ability that could tell if Divinity Realm experts were approaching. However, it didn't know our Realm of Gods very well. During one of its escapades, it entered the Closaram Mountain Range in the Turdom Continent."

"That place is known for the weird res that can be found there, the Closaram Ore," Gragatou recounted the events. "This ore, when in big quantities, has a property to completely nullify all kinds of senses, even impairing one's normal vision. Natural Spatial Sense, Divine Sense, Soul Sense, you name it. It doesn't work in there. In the end, it seemed to also block the Living Soul Devil's senses of danger."

Rean felt quite interested in that Ore and made a mental note to acquire some in the future. "Is it something rare?"

Gragatou shook his head. "No. It is pretty cheap, actually. Other than this weird ability, it is brittle and weak, hard to mold into anything, and very ugly. Simply put, unless you gather hundreds of tons for its effect to take place, they are quite useless. The Closaram Mountain Range occupies almost the entire Turdom Continent, so you can imagine just how much of it you can find there."

Roan wasn't interested in that, though. "So, the Devil was not able to sense the Realm of Gods' forces approach and was finally trapped, correct?"

"Yes," Gragatou nodded. "But it did escape in the end."