Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 645

Chapter 645: Flame Of Life

Nameless POV

When Leonora used the [Spell-born] Spell, Nameless Death flooded the forge with his Consciousness.

It was a technique that allowed him to sense his surroundings.

He had perfected it over the long years spent forging the Womb of Devil.

His Consciousness could extend out of his body. Though the range wasn’t vast, it offered clarity that surpassed any other form of detection.

Every elemental fluctuation, every motion of a particle, even telepathic communications exchanged between those within his range. He could sense all of it.

And beyond that, if someone was weaker than him, he could examine the shape of their soul, the techniques and world in their Core, and their Seed of Existence.

He could even sense the layers inside their Seed of Existence — something even the Grim Reapers found hard to achieve— and the Intent of Existence hidden deep within the center-most layer.

In simpler words, if Nameless Death met someone weaker than him, he could see their entire life, memories, experiences, and techniques with a glance.

For now, he used it to observe the Spell-birth process.

His attention was fixed on the orb floating gently in the air before him—the sphere of light that held the Spell’s effect.

Leonora stood near the sphere, but she wasn’t actively maintaining the spell at every moment.

The magic had already been cast.

It only needed to be reinforced every few weeks to keep it stable.

She would step in occasionally, placing her hand over the light, murmuring short incantations, and then stepping back.

Unlike her, Nameless Death didn’t rest.

He didn’t divert his focus.

His Consciousness remained latched onto the forming child within the sphere.

His senses allowed him to see things that others couldn’t.

The Spell worked by anchoring an Intent and preventing it from dissipating.

In normal circumstances, a piece of lingering Intent would scatter shortly after it detached from the caster. The duration would depend upon the caster’s strength.

But here, the Spell served as a container, and a stabilizer.

It kept the Intent ’alive.’

The strength of the caster no longer mattered to keep the Intent alive for long durations.

Nameless Death watched closely.

The Intent—what little remained of it—was fragmented, and weak.

It should have faded already.

But the Spell’s power had kept it in place.

Slowly, the Intent was trying to recover.

It was trying to become whole again.

Even though true recovery was impossible without the original caster’s Consciousness it, the Intent persisted anyway.

The process repeated countless times over the course of several months.

And then something unexpected happened.

Inside the core of that wavering Intent, something flared to life.

A white flame.

Nameless Death narrowed his eyes, stepping closer.

That flame... he recognized it.

It was similar to the white flames he himself could create using World Energy—flames made of interwoven Intent threads that danced and moved together.

However, it was different.

He observed more and realized why the flame felt familiar despite being different from the flame he could create.

"It’s similar to the [Flames] I saw in the Sea of All Consciousness."

His eyes narrowed.

"What is this [Flame]?" he muttered, observing the Spell.

The [Flame] slowly began to envelope the Intent.

It didn’t burn it. Instead, it surrounded it, and nurtured it.

As the two became intertwined, he felt something shift.

The weakened Intent, held together by the spell and now protected by the [Flame], began to form something new.

A piece of a soul.

Nameless Death’s brows furrowed slightly.

A lingering Intent of this kind—even if it survived long enough—shouldn’t be able to reconstruct the soul.

In rare cases, if it somehow did reconstruct the soul, the reconstructed soul should be exactly the same as the caster (the person whom the Intent belonged to).

In this case, it should have formed a fragment of Leonora’s soul.

But this soul wasn’t Leonora’s.

He could tell.

The Intent had changed.

It had borne scars from its slow decay while being preserved by the Spell.

The presence of the [Flame] had healed it, but due to the scars, the healed Intent had become different from Leonora’s Intent.

The soul born from this Intent was different from Leonora’s.

It was an entirely new soul.

Then, another change happened.

The [Flame] covered the soul, and nurtured it.

The soul grew over time with the help of the [Flame].

And....

A Seed of Existence began to form at the core of the newly born soul.

It was fragile, not yet fully structured, but it was there.

The [Flame] moved again, this time curling around the Seed of Existence.

The process repeated.

The [Flame] strengthened, and nurtured the Seed of Existence.

Then, at the very center of the Seed of Existence, something sparked—an Intent of Existence.

Over time, the soul, the Seed, and the Intent began to synchronize.

They fit together like pieces of a complex puzzle.

A new form of life was starting to emerge.

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