Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Lucius would have wanted to avoid removing the spell matrices if he could since they took countless hours of trial and error to make them.

It was why he had called for the healers.

However, with the circumstances regarding the vegetative state of the assassin, Lucius was ready to drop it all in order to gather information from the man.

"Since I'm left with no other option, I'll be forming the Spell Matrix for Soul Scry."

Lucius sat down comfortably and prepared himself mentally.

This was going to be the toughest spell he'd make at this point and he even had to remove all of the other spell matrices to accommodate the tremendously complex spell.

The next several hours, Lucius spent all of it in making the spell matrix for it as carefully as he could. Each time he'd go at an intricate part slowly and with an intensity to accomplish it while he had the opportunity to do so.

Time was of the essence and he didn't have the luxury to take his time while their enemies probably continued to move in the background.

Soon after, Lucius finally finished the Soul Scry spell and checked it once more before being satisfied. Even though he hadn't done more beyond than work on the spell, Lucius was quickly filled with the vigor to perform the spell at once.

"Normally, I'd recommend one to use this after some rest, but with the Necklace of the Damned, I'll be able to power this spell and also withstand any backlash from casting it." Lucius approached the assassin's body and looked over at it carefully.

The Soul Scry spell operated as it was named, it allowed the user to scry into the soul of another individual and thus would bypass the trouble of the assassin being unable to wake up and communicate with him directly.

It was a highly advanced soul spell that could be used with mana as well as soul energy.

Of course, a spell like this was risky to use and was something that should only be used when no other alternatives was left as it could also contaminate the caster's soul.

The soul was one of the most private thing in the universe and it contained all of the memories of an individual.

If one attempted to use this spell and was unprepared, these memories could easy leech into the caster's soul and cause irreparable damage, hence why it was dangerous. Of course, the Necklace of the Damned would help mitigate the damage but it would still be a strenuous task even for Lucius.

"Alright, let's see what you have for me." Lucius envisioned himself in his mind space, taking note of the Necklace of the Damned.

Lucius then casted Soul Scry and the memories of the soul quickly came right at him.

Another soul's memories coming at you in full force was an overwhelming matter and the torrent of it would have even physically knocked Lucius backwards, but the Necklace of the Damned shone and shielded him.

All of the assassin's memories tried to reveal itself to Lucius, and as it came with a soul's memories, some were brighter and more memorable than the others.

If an ordinary man were somehow able to see the assassin's memories, they would easily find themselves swept up in the man's fondest and darkest memories. Most people clung to and remembered their happiest and saddest moments, and that somehow made a soul more vibrant.

Of course, Lucius did not allow such things to affect him and instead, he did his best to push away those senseless and nostalgic memories that weren't exactly relevant or useful to him.

And yet, they were so many.

Some of the memories came from childhood.

Of receiving and discovering his rare gift, playing with childhood friends and sharing dreams along with experiences at the side of parents or lack thereof.

There were also memories of a passionate youth, of experiencing first love and attraction to another individual and getting swept up in them.

Trials and errors, conquering and defeat.

Truly, it would have been easy enough to get fooled into thinking that you were the man experiencing the events themselves for the very first time.

However, Lucius looked at them all with nothing but a detached and clinical manner.

Dissecting and even slashing through them all until he finally saw all the incidents that led to the man becoming the assassin that he was today.

And once he finally got a hold of the information, he immediately stopped the Soul Scry spell.

He didn't want to use the Necklace of the Damned more than necessary and yet a portion of it had already been used to power the spell and for him to find the information that he wanted.

"Biroy of… Bergan's Band." Lucius spoke with a cold yet furious smile.

The moment that led to Biroy finally being accepted into the Bergan's Band was a triumphant moment for the assassin, achieved through a series of hardships, but Lucius saw it as nothing more as the answer that he had sought.

"Of course, they're the ones behind this." Lucius didn't even care about the time as he stood up and glanced at the Lost lined up in the laboratory.

If he could, he would have sent out the Lost to exact a suitable attack towards the group out of retaliation, but he knew that it was not a good idea.

"At this point, they're still out of reach and using these Lost is out of the question either." Lucius eyed them and shook his head.

These Lost were monumental in his creation of the Masked Legion and could not be afforded to be expended.

It was already difficult finding strong criminals to be made as the Lost, even after purging the entire city of Inanis from its scum and filth.

"Of course, I do have these ones." Lucius glanced at the Bore Shrew Lost that mostly hibernated in their cages, and they were disposable compared to the others. "However, their strength is not really enough to cause any actual trouble for the Bergan's Band… but it does present me with an idea."