"How long are we going to sit around doing nothing useful?" The cold atmosphere in that room full of hanging corpses and Elias sitting in the corner covers the top of his head with his hands and doesn't take his eyes off that woman he doesn't trust while she stands in front of him without doing anything, whenever he tries to talk to her she refuses to talk and turns back so he doesn't talk to her She was like a child who was upset by a little word, "Listen to me, woman, you are older than me so don't pretend like this childish behavior." She turned to look at him, as she directed her eyes with obvious displeasure at the wall in front of him, "You don't even want to listen to me, how are you supposed to? Shall I explain everything to you?" Elias sighed and closed his eyes. Then he got up frightened, shook his ass off the dust and stood in front of her. After hitting his thighs with hopelessness, he said, "Tell me, what do you want to tell me? You must tell me so that I can go quickly to help my friends." Right now, you're stuck here in this room that I'm in and even I don't know how to get out of here, ten years ago until now... I didn't know and couldn't get out of here after I was killed and thrown into this place like a sacrifice." Those words shocked him a little and he said, "Sit on the floor and tell me everything, I'm a little curious now that you told me that you were a sacrifice here. I approached him and looked at him then smiled and said, "There is no need for me to talk to you about everything, I will make you see everything with your own eyes. After a few seconds, as he was taking a step backwards, after she took slow steps towards him, she placed her hand on his head, and his consciousness shifted to ten years ago.
There was a group of middle school students on a trip, and that particular trip was to this pool where it was still in good shape and not like it is now. "Riya, please don't do these things again, you know I'm afraid of water." Rhea, a sweet, short red-haired friend with a childlike story, was joking about our black-haired friend, "I know you're afraid of water a lot, but Lyrera, what do you really think if you die like you hate?" Do you not think that death, as a person hates, will turn him into a dead spirit that Banshee users can manipulate? Lerira shuddered at Rhea's words and this made Lerira take caution to stay away from the places near the large pools, everything was perfectly fine until they reached a point where the students were left alone at the beginning of a long hallway and the hall seemed endless, the students were girls and boys looking around Fearful and panic was about to possess them, Lyrera said while holding her friend's hand tightly, "What do they want to do, they told us to come here just to find out what our types as Banshee users are and I don't know what connects this with our type, but it seems that things are not going well, or Probably they want to offer us as offerings." Lirera had a very strong look, but her friend was laughing at her words and the fear emanating from her, and he said to her sarcastically, "The banshee from you is disgusting and makes me afraid and hesitant, please let my hand feel that it will break." Riya pulled her hand from In her friend's hands, fear still controlled her greatly, to the point that her lower lip began to tremble as well.
The students walked timidly towards the long hall with a black end, and that hall was the same from which Shane and his friends had entered. But as a final result they got while they were walking, Lirera fell on the ground and when she got up and got up from the ground, she grabbed the wall through which she pressed one of the stones that turned the corridor with them vertically, and the corridor became slippery and everyone fell in separate corridors after sliding for a period not exceeding fifteen minutes. And what Lyrera fell into was a pool that had no end, no dimensions, no bottom, no back or forth, all sides reflected the black water and the black sky that the planets around it appear as if it were a lake in space. Like a child kicking in order to get out of his mother's belly * I still have many dreams to achieve, I still haven't become a famous Banshee user loved by everyone and sanctified by the powerful, I want to become... that.. the girl... that... he... adore... everyone ... *
She brought Elias back to consciousness and her looks were calm and smiling, then she moved away from him and put her hands behind her back and said, "I expected that I still had a lot of things to do, but I ended up becoming a dead soul here." Elias approached her and put his hands to his chest and said, "And what does a dead soul mean? ?" She in turn smiled and raised her hand in front of him and then said, "First, I will explain to you about the banshee, from where we get it, and how it exists in this world." Elias nodded to her with concentration, and she began to narrate the matter.
"First, what is a Banshee: Banshee: It is the ominous energy that the privileged types of humans or the so-called Banshee users derive from ordinary people, and when each person uses it, it turns into his own energy for each type, which means that you carry a special type of Banshee user because Banshee users Divided into several types, and these types have names and have abbreviations, and we work with abbreviations, and each type of them has its own power, which can only be reached by the people who were created for that."
Elias tilted his head slightly to the left and then said, "What do you mean? How does a person reach the peak of their level?"
She smiled and said, "First let me explain the types and their advantages."
"The first type is unknown, we shorten it to "Oval" meaning the greats, and no one knows if there is one of them present in the world of the Banshee or not, and no one also knows how to use the Banshee and for any of their forces they ridicule, and do not ask me why because I did not know, because I died before I knew these things.
The second kind are the imprinters we call "blame."
They use mental ratios, which is the power of their brains, as their brains can create anything from atoms. Rather, it is like controlling the atoms in the air and water, and they are the strongest among the users, but adults still doubt between their strength and the strength of the narrators.
The third type are the short storytellers.
They are the people who can replace everything with something else, such as exchanging pains from one person to another, so that they can exchange them from living things to dead or inanimate objects, and they can also deduct years from one person and transfer them to another person, and this is forbidden in the laws of storytellers.
The fourth type are the aggressors with the Tavis symbol.
They use dead spirits who subjugate dead spirits to them, whether they are evil or good, and they are the most in control of the Corda.
The fifth type are the essential ones, which we shorten as "meta".
They use spiritual energy and with it they can see other types of people around them and they can diagnose a person's powers when they see him and they are not a fighting class they are a defensive class they can use Banshee therapy.
The sixth type, which is witches in short, "tool"
Witches use negative energy and their strength is unpredictable which is why he is in the sixth rank
The seventh type, which is normal humans, and we abbreviate it as "Tagt"
"Ordinary humans do not use the Banshee, but they are the source of all the Banshee itself, because normal humans have more Banshee than Banshee users.
"And all these kinds of things I told you about are making fun of the Banshee to turn him into the power they use. Now tell me if you have anything you want to know before I go through with you."