"What about soul healing medicine? Can the elder provide any information about that?" Liam continued probing him.
"Soul healing medicine? Damaging one's soul is a grave matter and not to be taken lightly. I know of a few methods to heal a soul, but I cannot impart those methods to you."
"Oh?" Liam nodded. He assumed as much.
It looked like there was nothing else for him here. He once again paid respects to the elven elder and prepared to leave but his footsteps suddenly paused.
He had been so focussed on the inheritance and his injury that he almost forgot something obvious.
Liam turned around to look at the elven elder's face that was still lingering around. His gaze met the elder's gaze, both of them immersed in their own thoughts.
Then a smile crept on Liam's face.
For some reason, the elder suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Senior, on my way here, I met an elf who helped me a lot. Is it possible for him also to receive enlightenment from your inheritance?"
"Hmmm?" The elder was confused.
He did not expect the human being to talk in favor of an elf.
After he had watched Liam, the elder wondered if he had made the wrong decision in letting the human being in but now he felt a bit relieved.
"Unfortunately, that is no longer possible." He sighed as he looked at the emptied out blood crystals which were the ones strengthening his lingering soul sliver.
"But if you wish so, you can impart the technique to other elves and spread my glory." The elder magnanimously suggested.
"Hmmm…" Liam smiled cryptically again.
He then stood at the same spot silently for a few minutes before he opened his mouth to respond. "You should perhaps do that yourself."
Huh? The elven elder did not understand.
While he tried to ponder the meaning of Liam's words, all of a sudden the human being in front of him moved. Liam's face contorted and twisted in several angles as if he was focussing on something extremely painful.
"Why do you look constipateddddddd. Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!"
Before he realized what was happening, the elven elder's remains started shrieking loudly. Out of nowhere, the elven elder felt an unbearably strong pull tugging at his soul.
What was happening?
The elder tried to block whatever was happening with the meager power he had left but it was to no avail. His soul was no longer listening to him. It was no longer under his control.
Why? Why was this happening? What could possibly cause something like this?
The elder then looked at the human being in front of him.
"Noooooooooo!"
In a second, everything became clear to him. This person was the one torturing his soul. This human being was the one who was tearing apart whatever was left of him.
No… he was not tearing apart. Rather…
The elven elder trembled as he felt invisible chains all around him or rather his consciousness.