Transmigrated as a Ghost

“Allow me to thank you one last time for saving me. If there is anything I can do to reward the five of you, feel free to ask.” Zaila said.

Marcus and Mrazivý looked towards each other thinking the same thing. Without hesitation they asked for rare skill orbs, unique skill orbs, amethros, and rare materials that Marcus could use in forging.

Their bluntness in asking for several of the rarest items in the world without holding back at all caused Zaila’s eyes to twitch. She had honestly not expected their requests to be so brazen.

“Very well, I will see what I can do. Just do not expect too much. I have been absent for nearly twenty years now. What I can likely get you of what you ask will be very limited.” Zaila said, hoping to curve their expectations.

She then moved away and reverted to her full phoenix form. Now that she had gotten all of the details about what had happened, she had to get back to being the guardian of Aezam after being absent for so long. The number of preparations and the amount of information she needed to gather was already giving her a headache.

“She certainly took that better than I imagined she would. If I had found out I had been held captive for twenty years, I am not sure I would be able to maintain my sanity so quickly.” Marcus said as he watched Zaila fly away.

“I guess it just comes with the territory for anyone that has lived so long. Twenty years might still be a lot of time for us, but Zaila has lived for centuries. Once we get older, we might feel the same way.” Mrazivý responded.

As a ghost Marcus was an ageless being that would exist forever so long as he was not destroyed. And as a high level dragonoid, Mrazivý could live for a millennium or two with ease.

“You’re right, I never really gave it much thought since we are still pretty young. I almost can’t imagine being around for another thousand years. Back on Earth people rarely lived past a hundred. It actually scares me a bit to think about.” Marcus said.

Naturally he had known since coming to Mirrion and becoming a ghost that he could not die of old age, but now that he had said it out loud, it was really sinking in.

Frankly he had no idea how living so long might change him. Plus, as of right now, Mrazivý was destined to die before him even if her lifespan was exceptionally long.

“Oh, there is no need to fret about it. We are in this for the long haul together. I’m not even thirty yet. No point in worrying about things way int eh future. We have far more important issues to deal with in the present.” Mrazivý said, seeing through Marcus and knowing exactly what he was thinking.

“Yeah, we need to inform Borealia about our encounter here. Your father is certainly going to want to take some action now that we have finally gotten another lead on Vaughn.”

Mrazivý nodded, agreeing with Marcus, but that did not change the fact that they were at the other end of the continent.

Sure, Marcus could return using his Dark Portal unique skill, but Mrazivý was stuck having to travel the old fashion way.

Also, there was the matter of the Font of Death. They had worked hard to reach their goal and it made little sense to abandon it now.

“The rest of you can stay here. I will go back and tell those in Borealia what has happened here.” Roxene said.

Stunned, Marcus could not believe what he was hearing.

Roxene was normally more self-centered than this. Sure, she would help out in fights, but that was mainly so she could get more experience to level up. She rarely did anything that would be considerate for others.

Marcus sighed when he heard Roxene’s explanation. On occasion she hinted at having knowledge about certain things but was unable to tell anyone else because of some deal she made with the Administrator.

At this point Marcus was fairly used to this, but it really did not bode well whenever Roxene alluded to subjects she could not speak about.

‘Could that blue demon we saw through the portal in the Cordillera Depths be involved?’ Marcus thought, remembering the new demonic appearance that Argus had taken.

He could still recall how scared Roxene had been when they encountered that demon’s arm sticking through a massive portal. Even when it was not fully manifested, that demon had felt more powerful than Marcus could comprehend at the time. 

“Okay, I will leave it to you Roxene. We will be stuck here for a hundred days while I absorb the energy from the Font of Death. Once I am done we will catch back up to you.” Marcus said before opening up a Dark Portal for Roxene to travel through.

Other than Marcus she was the only one of their group that could pass through thanks to her affinity for the darkness element.

An instant after Marcus had opened the portal Roxene jumped through and disappeared. Going from one end of the continent to the other.

“That really drained me.” Marcus said. 

Opening a portal from such a distance cost him quite a large amount of mana. Making Marcus a bit woozy since he was still a bit exhausted from the earlier fight.

“Nope, no time for that. We need to hurry.” Mrazivý said, pulling out a potion and shoving it into Marcus’ mouth.

The liquid in the vial quickly drained down his throat and Marcus felt his mana being rapidly restored.

“Was it really necessary to use one of our lesser elixirs?”

“Yes, you were looking pale. Well, paler than usual.” Mrazivý said, looking concerned.

Truthfully Marcus was still suffering a bit from using his Soul Devour unique skill. After all this time it had taken more out of him than he had expected. He had received a very harsh confirmation on why he tried not to use the skill in the first place.

“Now, it is time that we get this over with. Blitz, Inten, and I will watch over you to make sure that you stay safe. The undead that reside here might have been scattered for now, but during the next hundred days some of the more powerful ones might make their way back here. But rest assured that we will make sure you stay safe.” 

Smiling, Marcus thanked Mrazivý for her assurance and told her not to push herself too hard. While he could take being this near the Font of Death without issue, those that were alive would be chipped away at by being in such close proximity.

‘I suppose I have to take the plunge. Hopefully this does not do anything negative to me.’ Marcus thought before jumping into the Font for Death.