Chapitre 275: I don’t think I would fancy an eternal life

"A piece of our soul?"

My eyes widened when I heard the explanation about the mark of eternal as D'Ara brought me for a walk through the meadow on the valley after luncheon.

"Yes," she drew two circles with her mana in the air—one blue and one red—and I watched as a section of the circles that were facing each other twisted and elongated, forming lines.

The lines met in the middle, intertwining with each other, pulling onto each other; the blue lines crept into the red circle, and vice versa. They swirled around each other, seeping into each other's line, merging, until, in the end, both circles turned purple and connected.