Bab 392: Valley of Peace

The golden aura of Arthur overtook the flower bed, swirling around them like a hurricane. Lord Rain didn't say anything more and simply stared at Arthur. 

"Stop messing with my thoughts," Arthur muttered as he stood up. He wanted to retract his aura, to control it, but it was a mess; he was a mess.

Like the foot of a celestial giant trying to crush him, the reality of the things he left behind burdened his soul. Once he got into the Spirits Realm, he began stalling for time to escape the things he needed to do. 

"A bad habit of mine," the lich caressed its cheekbones. "I tend to forget my goal." 

"What is your goal, lich?" 

"For you to leave the Spirits Realm. You have spent far too long here, running away from the inevitable. The things that you ignore thinking about are still waiting for you, and it might be too late once you return."