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"Of course. I've always been able to," Zaafea replied confidently.

"Then why didn't you use it before?" Clint asked.

"Why?" Zaafea interrupted. "You'll understand soon enough. Now, Battlestar, extend your hand."

Battlestar stepped forward and extended his left hand. Zaafea gathered his spiritual energy, and a strange symbol appeared on both of their palms. Then, Zaafea transferred a walnut-sized orb into Battlestar's hand.

Battlestar collapsed in pain, his body convulsing violently as it absorbed the orb.

"This... This..." Battlestar struggled to stand, his body trembling. "Finally, finally..."

"Let's test it on him first," Zaafea pointed at Skye. "You guys cover him for a bit. The rest is up to Battle-no, what should we call you now?"

"I am still me with my brother's memories. Thank you for preserving them, God of Memories, Lis."

Zaafea nodded. "Go, Shane Woodrow."

Once upon a time, the gods of the West and the cultivators of the East were locked in a devastating war. During the war, a powerful cultivator from the East emerged and united the cultivators and immortals of the East. He gathered their strength and used an ancient sealing enchantment passed down through generations to successfully seal the gods of the West.

...

That war was known as the Twilight War. The Eastern world also paid a heavy price with 80% of their cultivators perishing, including that great cultivator who united them. After that, the world entered an era of dwindling powers.

The descendants of that cultivator survived the war and preserved the enchantment that was used to seal the gods. Over time, however, the family seemed to forget the purpose of the ancestral enchantment and eventually came to view it as an ominous relic.

Although the gods had been sealed, they had cursed the family before being trapped away. The curse manifested so that every child born into the family had some defect. If a child was born healthy, then a blood curse would befall the family.

By the time it reached Shane's generation, the curse was long forgotten. The family miraculously had three healthy sons in a century. However, it did not take long before the curse took effect.

When Shane was eight, members of the Illuminion somehow managed to locate them. They slaughtered the entire family, leaving only Shane and his brothers, who managed to escape. Shane brought his brothers to the ancestral shrine and pleaded desperately for someone to save them. It was then that Ruin responded.noveldrama

"You? Who are you?"

"You can call me Ruin."

"Please, please save my brothers. They're still... They..." Shane pleaded desperately, clutching his youngest brother tightly.

"No, I can't save them. One of your brothers is already dead," Ruin replied calmly.

"No! No, he's not! Salem! Say something! Salem!" Shane cried out, holding onto the lifeless body.

"Here's a reminder. If you keep crying and holding onto that corpse, the other one beside you might lose his life too," Ruin said coldly.

Shane hurriedly ran to his other

brother's side. "It's okay, Simon. It's okay. Damn it, why did this

happen? he lamented, tears

streaming down his face as bool net

watched his bleeding brother

"Hey, kid. Let's make a trade. How about it?" Ruin asked calmly.

"A trade? What trade?" Shane asked hoarsely.

"Since you're all going to die anyway, instead of dying in vain, why not give me your souls? How about that?"