The next day arrived quickly. Lucius woke up and found himself waking early. Once again, unaware of the things that happened to him, a familiar set of black dots appeared on his skin right as he woke up.
Lucius massaged his forehead.
"This splitting headache is infuriating. If there's one thing to truly not like about this world, then it's this." Lucius muttered.
The fact that Lucius could perform Soul Spells due to the existence of the Necklace of the Damned with him was not entirely lost, the number was at a greater pull here.
However, it also came with the reduction of his ability to modify his own body and that of the capacity to use Hell Energy as effectively as he could.
If there was anything that he was glad of though, was the existence of the Hell Gates. Even while Lucius closed his eyes, over the distance to the Etara's Cross, he noticed the presence of the Lost that was connected to him.