The Incubus System Chapter 867. Tossed Around

The Incubus System Chapter 867. Tossed Around 

Following the agreement between Mrs. Clea and me, I undertook the task of ferrying Jill to the safety of Mrs. Clea's haven. The intricacies of my existence required a delicate touch, and so, with a subtle exertion of my influence, I gently nudged Jill's mind. A nuanced manipulation to ensure the erasure of any peculiar memories that might have nestled in the corners of her consciousness.

Jill remained blissfully oblivious as I escorted her to the refuge provided by Mrs. Clea. The agreement we had brokered, aimed to shield her from the potential dangers that lurked in the shadows if she stayed with me. Mrs. Clea seamlessly took the baton of responsibility. She whisked Jill away to the secure embrace of a friend's dwelling.

The night was getting late, and I found myself at the crossroads of a familiar dilemma. The call of the night hunt beckoned. Yet, tonight, the pursuit of rest claimed its stake in the battleground of choices. A decision to relinquish the nightly escapade in favor of a rendezvous with the elusive embrace of sleep.

Amidst the tapestry of thoughts, echoes of Foxy's words lingered. A cryptic warning.

Questions danced in the recesses of my consciousness. How much of Puriel's angelic might did they retain? And, in the quiet corridors of introspection, a more intimate question surfaced – would the infusion of such potent celestial energy prove to be too huge for my own being?

But on the other hand, wasn't that what I needed to unlock my power? So how did I know if too much is too much?

Tossing around side to side and taking variety sleeping positions, an hour stretched like an eternity. And as my eyes finally succumbed to the heavy embrace of slumber, a peculiar sensation enveloped my consciousness.

Instead of the familiar descent into the realm of Puriel's dream spell, it felt as if my very essence was caught in the gravitational pull of opposing forces. The ethereal tug-of-war played out not in the physical realm but within the intricate corridors of my mind.

My consciousness became a tethered ball, a whimsical plaything tossed haphazardly between the unseen hands of contrasting energies. It was an unsettling experience, akin to being caught in a cosmic game where the stakes were unknown, and the rules remained shrouded in mystery.

In the silent theater of my mind, voices resonated with echoes that transcended the tangible. Whispers, both indistinct and urgent, reverberated in the vast expanse of my inner sanctum.

'Let me talk to him, let me talk to him,' the male voice said.

'Who are you?! Let him go!’ I knew that voice. It was Puriel's voice, she sounded annoyed.

'I want to talk to him,' the male voice said again. Wait... that sounded like the colossal eye.

‘Get lost!’ Puriel shouted in anger.

The air crackled with an otherworldly tension as a scream echoed through the metaphysical corridors of Puriel's dream spell. In the blink of an eye, my senses surged to life, and I found myself immersed in the familiar ethereal landscape.

Puriel stood beside me, her breaths heavy with the aftermath of the disturbance. In the midst of the dream spell, I rose from the dreamlike terrain and faced her with a palpable urgency. "Do you know him?" I queried, the urgency in my tone mirrored by the furrowed lines on my brow.

Her response was a fleeting glance, a gaze that spoke volumes despite its brevity. "I thought you knew him," she retorted, a trace of pout lingering on her face.

A sense of incredulity colored my next words as I sought clarity amid the dreamlike haze. "So, you don't know who he is, but you're still fighting over me with him?"

Her response was a subtle nod, a gesture that conveyed both acknowledgment and a lingering uncertainty. "I thought he was your friend," she admitted, her tones carrying a hint of vulnerability.

"Where does that conclusion come from?" I queried, my voice cutting through the dreamlike atmosphere with an undertone of perplexity.

Puriel met my gaze with a knowing look. "He used the same dream spell as me, but weaker. So he means no harm, but just wants to talk to you," she elucidated, her words weaving a delicate thread.

The revelation landed with a surreal weight, a paradoxical twist that challenged the preconceived notions I held about the colossal eye. "He means no harm?" I echoed, the incredulity in my voice mirrored by the deepening furrows on my brow. The colossal eye seemed to defy the narrative I had woven in my mind.

The puzzle expanded as questions multiplied within the celestial theater. The neutrality of the colossal eye left me grappling with the perplexities of its cosmic intent. Why, then, did it intervene in Beel's escape? The mystery deepened, and the astral currents carried whispers of intrigues that surpassed the boundaries of my comprehension.

"Yeah, this is just a dream, remember? We can't hurt each other here," Puriel reassured me, her voice carrying the ethereal weight of wisdom.

"I remember that," I replied with a nonchalant huff.

However, a fleeting realization tugged at the edges of my consciousness. ‘Oh wait... that means I can't test her strength if she attacks me,’ I mused internally. The desire to test the mettle of celestial strength, to dance on the precipice of potential conflict, lingered as an unfulfilled curiosity.

I leaned back, a wry grin playing on my lips. ‘I wonder if I'll turn into dust like the devil in holy water once I get that vaccine,’ I thought.

Puriel shot me a curious look. "Can I ask you something?" I threw at her, stirring the air with intrigue.

Her brow furrowed as she answered, "What?"

My eyes met hers as I ventured into uncharted territory. "Based on your prediction, how far can I withstand your power? I mean, absorb," I inquired, seeking her estimation.