Michael placed the blade away and rose to his feet, he walked towards the throne in the middle of the room and began examining it.
"So much for bringing something back. Ugh, at least I can study this thing for a bit."
After finally coming to terms with the fact his whole life may have been steered by another "part of himself" he quickly chose to grow for his own sake and to chase and take back the book that was stolen from him.
Rubbing his hand against the arm rest of the throne, he walked towards the side of it and knelt down, there he traced his finger across the rest, and under that finger, runic symbols began to glow.
Just from the small reaction, he knew the throne wasn't normal by any means, infact it was possibly connected to the cave itself feeding and producing energy from the one who sat in it. In this case it would've been, Icarus.
The symbols looked quite similar to the ones that were on the pedestal, yet somehow different. That was because the chair did infact feed and revert energy back to its user and that was also used to feed the enchantments surrounding the entire cave, even the hidden chamber below that guarded the book, creating an endless supply of power.
With this thought in mind he decided to take a gamble on a theory he had come up with, which of course wasn't without its risks, that being death or complete drainage of his power, rendering him helpless for at least a couple of days. Both were pretty bad in his opinion, but the reward was worth the risk.
Rising to his feet he walked around to the front of the chair, he turned around and placed his hands on the arm rests. He stopped for a moment, going through the possibilities one more time, trying to guess the odds of it and the highest possible chance of success. In the in all he did was sigh to himself and sat down.
Once he did, he was instantly hit with fatigue, his body slumped and his muscles became weak, his eyes slowly grew hollow as every bit of energy was sucked from his body.
The energy that flowed through him was quickly sucked away through the enchantment of the throne and was circulating through the room, eventually making its way down into the hidden chamber. Once there, it flowed through the enchantments on the walls and finally headed towards the alter.
Once it reached the alter, it was dispelled into it, but with the enchantment around it being dispelled, it was quickly filled with no way of exiting, so it did the only thing it could do. The energy quickly retreated back towards it's source, but it wasn't alone, it was also forcing out the excess energy that was left their by the chairs' original owner.
As quickly as it was taken away, the energy forced its way through the channels of his body, feeding it and returning his strength. The more that flowed through him, the stronger he felt, and stronger still. The excess energy quickly flowed into him as well, almost filling him to the brim with power. As his eyes regained their color, they began to shine brightly with white radiance, he tightened his hands around the end of the rests and squeezed them to the point of cracking the stones.
As the glow in his eyes brightened further, a wide smile appeared on his face. He could feel the power surge throughout his entire body, and it was an extremely exhilarating feeling. There was no feeling like it, and it was quite addictive.
This was the result he was hoping for, and as luck would have it, the reward was bigger than he thought. He expected there to be only a small portion of power left in the throne, but he was wrong. The chair itself did infact power the enchantments of everything there and to be able to power it, someone with said amount of power was needed, and Icarus was not weak by any means.
But of course there would be a drawback to such a reward. His body started to ache, as it drank greedily, his veins began as they continued to pump the energy through him, once it reached his heart, he could feel it begin to expand and retract at a faster and harder rate, and without warning he passed out, entering his soul domain.
But unbeknownst to him, this little experiment of his had drawn a little attention from the outside. With his body being pumped with power, his own aura was being released, attracting the attention of not just the wild beasts that now roamed the forest, but also that of a newly awakened in the small town nearby.
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Michael's eyes shot open as he sat up, he was a bit disoriented from the sudden rush but he quickly found his composure. He found himself sitting on the floor in the middle of the small room of his soul, he wasn't sure how but he figured his body had forced him here in order to avoid any additional damage, and now his soul was slowly expanding and gaining missing pieces of itself on the outside while he was tucked safely on the inside.
'Quite the amazing thing, isn't it?'
He thought to himself as he slowly rose to his feet, and brushed himself off, although there was no reason to, as there was no way for him to get dirty here, but it was habit that caused the action.
As he was dusting himself, he spotted movement in the corner of his eye, instinctively he reached his hand out, aiming it towards that direction, instantly causing the black knife, to fly off the wall above the bed and enter his hand.
Looking behind the knife, he could see the woman that he had rescued from before, he was surprised to see her here, or anyone for that matter, but he realized who she was.
She was looking a million times better than before, his soul had been nurturing her while she was here, and when her own was strong enough it sped the process up.
She stood there with a raised eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by his sudden reaction to her, she raised her finger to the tip of the blade and slowly moved it away from her face.
"Nice to see you too, Sun."
He quickly dismissed the knife as he lowered his arm, he watched as it began to materialize on the wall behind her once more.
'Trippy.'
He thought to himself before looking back to her.
"Sorry, I forgot you were here. Wait, why are you still here, I thought you would've left by now.?.?"
She sighed to herself as she sat back on the bed, as she did, something small and invisible grabbed onto his leg and grasped it tightly, causing him to flinch it took him a second to realize it was the young boy, whom had startled him.
"God, you can't just do that, almost gave me a heart attack."
He said this while holding his chest, momentarily breathing heavily, the woman chuckled lightly at the two.
"It's not funny.!."
Of course that only made her laugh harder, while he just stood there watching her with slight frown on his face, but it soon turned into a smile. He was glad to see she was better, even if he didn't really know her, he was just happy to see her smiling and laughing, even if it was at his expense.
After about minute or so, she calmed down, and patted the spot beside her, ushering for him to sit. Once he sat down, she looked at him calmly, still holding a light smile.
"First an introduction. My name is Lamia, but most people.., specifically my enemies, call me the "Hollowed Reaper"."
"The Hollowed Reaper.?."
She nodded at his response.
"Yes, it because of my powers."
"And, what is your power exactly??"
She tilted her head for a moment, then patted his leg.
"Being a little rude aren't we, you haven't even introduced yourself and you're already asking a woman what's in her closet.?. I expected better from you, Sun."
He blushed slightly, then rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"Right, I'm sorry..... Wait how did you?"
"Time works differently here, and I've had a lot of time, so why not do a little reading."
His eyes darted towards the bookshelf, the moment he realized what she meant.
"You went through my memories!?"
"I did, I apologize for intruding, but it gave me some good insight, and it helped me come to a decision, on something I had been think of, well that and two other things."
"Wait, wait, slow down.! First you still haven't told me why you're still here. Not to sound rude and all but you look fine now, yet you stayed and went through my stuff, before I even had the chance to, mind you.! And second what decision, and why did my memories help?!"
She looked away from him and into the mirror where the young Frost was sitting and watching the two. Michael followed her gaze, he had forgotten the young boy was still with them. What was strange though, was the calmness that surrounded him, Michael was so used to seeing the boy being playful with a smile on his face, it was unnerving to see him with such a calm expression, it sent a small shiver down his spine.
"Lets... make a contract."