Chapter 36: Lake of Souls
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Chapter 36: Lake of Souls
His heartbeat was racing. He circulated his Qi Method, the Verdant Firebrand, and focused on his spiritual sense, trying to find the location of the danger. Drawing forth a weapon from the Storage Ring, a heavy black rope appeared in his hands. One end of the rope had a large copper ring while the other side was attached to a shining silver knife with a bright red tassel. The rope was made of the silk from a Fire Silk Spider weaved together with metal threads which gave it strength and also allowed it to withstand immense amounts of heat. Sage preferred the longer range he got while using a rope dart and hed become very familiar using ropes, whips, and chains from his training as a Tamer.
A flicker of color flashed at the corner of Sages vision and he quickly hopped back away from it and threw the dart of his rope dart, which was about the size of a knife, towards the threat. Focusing his spiritual sense upon that glimmer of danger he could barely sense it. His eyes finally locking onto an ethereal presence. A soul that looked to be in the shape of a snake was darting towards him with its fangs bared. The dart and red tassel passing right through it like it wasnt there and sending a shock up Sages spine. He quickly channeled the Qi of the Verdant Firebrand and an orange flame ignited upon his hand, traveling rapidly along the length of the rope in his hand. The black rope suddenly looking like charcoal as the flames climbed along its length. The dart had passed directly along the snakes body and it was currently flying towards him, looking like it was climbing along the rope and putting it perfectly in position to taste the flames.
When the orange flames licked up to where the rope intersected with the ghostly snake, a loud hiss rang out and the snake halted in place. The flames pierced down the snakes body like a skewer and the soul stuff that the snake was made of seemed to sizzle off of it. Dissolving slowly into the air. The flames didnt seem to do much damage to the snake soul but the snake seemed trapped along the line as the dart flew out to full extension.
The rope suddenly pulled taut and Sage reflexively pulled back the dart, the flames on the silver knife were much larger than on the rope and that thick fireball smashed into the snakes tail. Knocking the ghost to the side as Sage pulled back the dart and whirled it in large vertical circles. A slow wheel of fire whirring around him defensively as he eyed the snake. That ghostly serpent did not have any defined features which meant he could only read the actions of its vague outline. The snake slithered backwards through the air, escaping the range of Sages spinning rope dart. The swinging ball of flame circled around his back and shoulders, looping around his elbows and then getting tossed forward like a rocket. The suddenly darting flame catching the snake before it could retreat further to smash the flames against its face.
The snakes scales were jet black, so dark that they looked like they absorbed all light. At the same time it seemed to be giving off a pale blue light, glowing in the gaps between its scales with a gentle neon mist. The faintly glowing mist made its silhouette indistinct and made it hard to distinguish between it and some spirits hed heard of. Its eyes seemed directly out of a horror movie, solid black pools of ink with no white sclera, colored iris or pupil. Rimming the eyes, like a terrifying eyeliner was a line of vibrantly glowing violet.
Sage glanced down towards the hole and lifted his Spade, preparing to sink it into the soil again. As he did, the Snake started to coil up, preparing for a strike. Pausing his motion, Sage examined the snake again and sent a thread of his consciousness into the Storage Ring to check his identification manuals. Freezing in place, he held the snake in a stare down as he quickly researched it.
Aha! Found it!
Swallowing audibly as he read the information in the book, Sage slowly lowered his Spade and carefully gathered his Qi. Suddenly leaping backwards, he put the Spade away and drew out his rope dart again. Rapidly spinning it around himself as his flames climbed along the rope again. Surrounding himself in a slow moving wheel of flame, Sage eyed the snake warily and tried to ignore the sweat dripping from his brow and trickling down his cheeks.
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Chapter 36: Lake of Souls
His heartbeat was racing. He circulated his Qi Method, the Verdant Firebrand, and focused on his spiritual sense, trying to find the location of the danger. Drawing forth a weapon from the Storage Ring, a heavy black rope appeared in his hands. One end of the rope had a large copper ring while the other side was attached to a shining silver knife with a bright red tassel. The rope was made of the silk from a Fire Silk Spider weaved together with metal threads which gave it strength and also allowed it to withstand immense amounts of heat. Sage preferred the longer range he got while using a rope dart and hed become very familiar using ropes, whips, and chains from his training as a Tamer.
A flicker of color flashed at the corner of Sages vision and he quickly hopped back away from it and threw the dart of his rope dart, which was about the size of a knife, towards the threat. Focusing his spiritual sense upon that glimmer of danger he could barely sense it. His eyes finally locking onto an ethereal presence. A soul that looked to be in the shape of a snake was darting towards him with its fangs bared. The dart and red tassel passing right through it like it wasnt there and sending a shock up Sages spine. He quickly channeled the Qi of the Verdant Firebrand and an orange flame ignited upon his hand, traveling rapidly along the length of the rope in his hand. The black rope suddenly looking like charcoal as the flames climbed along its length. The dart had passed directly along the snakes body and it was currently flying towards him, looking like it was climbing along the rope and putting it perfectly in position to taste the flames.
When the orange flames licked up to where the rope intersected with the ghostly snake, a loud hiss rang out and the snake halted in place. The flames pierced down the snakes body like a skewer and the soul stuff that the snake was made of seemed to sizzle off of it. Dissolving slowly into the air. The flames didnt seem to do much damage to the snake soul but the snake seemed trapped along the line as the dart flew out to full extension.
The rope suddenly pulled taut and Sage reflexively pulled back the dart, the flames on the silver knife were much larger than on the rope and that thick fireball smashed into the snakes tail. Knocking the ghost to the side as Sage pulled back the dart and whirled it in large vertical circles. A slow wheel of fire whirring around him defensively as he eyed the snake. That ghostly serpent did not have any defined features which meant he could only read the actions of its vague outline. The snake slithered backwards through the air, escaping the range of Sages spinning rope dart. The swinging ball of flame circled around his back and shoulders, looping around his elbows and then getting tossed forward like a rocket. The suddenly darting flame catching the snake before it could retreat further to smash the flames against its face.
The snakes scales were jet black, so dark that they looked like they absorbed all light. At the same time it seemed to be giving off a pale blue light, glowing in the gaps between its scales with a gentle neon mist. The faintly glowing mist made its silhouette indistinct and made it hard to distinguish between it and some spirits hed heard of. Its eyes seemed directly out of a horror movie, solid black pools of ink with no white sclera, colored iris or pupil. Rimming the eyes, like a terrifying eyeliner was a line of vibrantly glowing violet.
Sage glanced down towards the hole and lifted his Spade, preparing to sink it into the soil again. As he did, the Snake started to coil up, preparing for a strike. Pausing his motion, Sage examined the snake again and sent a thread of his consciousness into the Storage Ring to check his identification manuals. Freezing in place, he held the snake in a stare down as he quickly researched it.
Aha! Found it!
Swallowing audibly as he read the information in the book, Sage slowly lowered his Spade and carefully gathered his Qi. Suddenly leaping backwards, he put the Spade away and drew out his rope dart again. Rapidly spinning it around himself as his flames climbed along the rope again. Surrounding himself in a slow moving wheel of flame, Sage eyed the snake warily and tried to ignore the sweat dripping from his brow and trickling down his cheeks.
Chapter 36: Lake of SoulsHis heartbeat was racing. He circulated his Qi Method, the Verdant Firebrand, and focused on his spiritual sense, trying to find the location of the danger. Drawing forth a weapon from the Storage Ring, a heavy black rope appeared in his hands. One end of the rope had a large copper ring while the other side was attached to a shining silver knife with a bright red tassel. The rope was made of the silk from a Fire Silk Spider weaved together with metal threads which gave it strength and also allowed it to withstand immense amounts of heat. Sage preferred the longer range he got while using a rope dart and hed become very familiar using ropes, whips, and chains from his training as a Tamer. A flicker of color flashed at the corner of Sages vision and he quickly hopped back away from it and threw the dart of his rope dart, which was about the size of a knife, towards the threat. Focusing his spiritual sense upon that glimmer of danger he could barely sense it. His eyes finally locking onto an ethereal presence. A soul that looked to be in the shape of a snake was darting towards him with its fangs bared. The dart and red tassel passing right through it like it wasnt there and sending a shock up Sages spine. He quickly channeled the Qi of the Verdant Firebrand and an orange flame ignited upon his hand, traveling rapidly along the length of the rope in his hand. The black rope suddenly looking like charcoal as the flames climbed along its length. The dart had passed directly along the snakes body and it was currently flying towards him, looking like it was climbing along the rope and putting it perfectly in position to taste the flames. When the orange flames licked up to where the rope intersected with the ghostly snake, a loud hiss rang out and the snake halted in place. The flames pierced down the snakes body like a skewer and the soul stuff that the snake was made of seemed to sizzle off of it. Dissolving slowly into the air. The flames didnt seem to do much damage to the snake soul but the snake seemed trapped along the line as the dart flew out to full extension. The rope suddenly pulled taut and Sage reflexively pulled back the dart, the flames on the silver knife were much larger than on the rope and that thick fireball smashed into the snakes tail. Knocking the ghost to the side as Sage pulled back the dart and whirled it in large vertical circles. A slow wheel of fire whirring around him defensively as he eyed the snake. That ghostly serpent did not have any defined features which meant he could only read the actions of its vague outline. The snake slithered backwards through the air, escaping the range of Sages spinning rope dart. The swinging ball of flame circled around his back and shoulders, looping around his elbows and then getting tossed forward like a rocket. The suddenly darting flame catching the snake before it could retreat further to smash the flames against its face.The snakes scales were jet black, so dark that they looked like they absorbed all light. At the same time it seemed to be giving off a pale blue light, glowing in the gaps between its scales with a gentle neon mist. The faintly glowing mist made its silhouette indistinct and made it hard to distinguish between it and some spirits hed heard of. Its eyes seemed directly out of a horror movie, solid black pools of ink with no white sclera, colored iris or pupil. Rimming the eyes, like a terrifying eyeliner was a line of vibrantly glowing violet. Sage glanced down towards the hole and lifted his Spade, preparing to sink it into the soil again. As he did, the Snake started to coil up, preparing for a strike. Pausing his motion, Sage examined the snake again and sent a thread of his consciousness into the Storage Ring to check his identification manuals. Freezing in place, he held the snake in a stare down as he quickly researched it. Aha! Found it!Swallowing audibly as he read the information in the book, Sage slowly lowered his Spade and carefully gathered his Qi. Suddenly leaping backwards, he put the Spade away and drew out his rope dart again. Rapidly spinning it around himself as his flames climbed along the rope again. Surrounding himself in a slow moving wheel of flame, Sage eyed the snake warily and tried to ignore the sweat dripping from his brow and trickling down his cheeks.
