Chapter 1286
All the humans, spirits, and creatures of the shelter were able to become a part of Saint Fan Emperor, reduced to a bulbous, fleshy mass whenever the wretched spirit desired the transformation .
Many of the elder people considered committing suicide to avoid such a ghastly fate . But they knew that if they tried, Saint Fan would have them resurrected and forced to endure a punishment far greater than any that a grueling death could deal them .
Rodman was more hopeless than ever, acknowledging the grizzly doom that might inevitably await him . Mustering the strength to march on as a slave, each and every day, with a wicked noose such as that above their heads was a monumental achievement; especially with the knowledge that not even the mercy of death could ever be obtained .
For the human residents of Saint Fan Shelter, hope was nothing more than a hazy memory of some ancient concept they were once familiar with . It was a distant stranger that never ventured there anymore .
Like he did every other day, Rodman went to fetch water for the flowers . The waters might as well have been prison walls, and he wished for nothing more than to view the sky above with perfect clarity . Having to see the sky through the dreamy current of the water made it seem unreal .
But then, all of a sudden, Rodman noticed the flicker of a foreign shadow . He could immediately tell it was a human; a young man, no less .
He recognized this because the young man was wearing a battlesuit that belonged to the Alliance .
Rodman had seen something similar to this two years ago, and it wasn't exactly customary for spirits to don the garb of humans . But it was lovely to see, as it was a reminder of home .
"Has he come from another shelter? If he has, he needs to make himself scarce . If the spirits see him . . . he's going to have a bad time . " As Rodman thought of this, more dark figures started to come into sight .
He saw a shadow shaped like a big dinosaur, a spirit that looked like a skeleton, and many others . Rodman was disappointed by this, though, thinking the young man was probably a slave to the spirits that were accompanying him .
Rodman wished it was one big bunch of humans he had seen; perhaps that would restore some of the hope that had long since abandoned him .
"I think too much, same as always . What a fool I am, to think people can be free in this wretched realm . Ugh, I should have just stayed home and become a family man . " Rodman almost laughed, but he knew it was a laugh brought on by the years of torture and slavery . He had been driven mad over the years, or so he felt . But just as he thought to disregard the shadows that seemed to be headed his way, the young man did something .
The young man had turned to say something to the spirits and creatures that had come with him, and they seemed to diligently listen and do whatever it was they were instructed to do .
"Is this an illusion brought on by the spores of that latest funky flower?" Rodman rubbed his eyes to make sure what he saw was legit .
"Why would spirits and creatures listen to the commands issued by a human? I really need to watch myself with those plants . They even gave me a rash last week," Rodman thought, realizing his vision was unimpaired .
It was strange, seeing the young man there, standing atop the lake . He wasn't quite sure what they were planning, but regardless, he had never seen anything like this transpire before .
After a short while of discussion, the group split-up . When Rodman watched what happened next, he slapped his own jaw in disbelief . Rodman had only seen super creatures and king spirits possess the power he was now witnessing .
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