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chapter-656

When Argrave again returned to the mortal realm, common sensations so long denied to him came rushing back in a wave that quickly translated into euphoria.

The location that Traugott had been using as his point of contact with the mortal world was an archipelago, evidently, deep out in the middle of nowhere. The sight of the sun and the clouds, far above, felt so pleasant and soothing. The sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks was robust, hearty—as was the smell of salt, lingering in the air so clearly. Never before had the sea smelled sweeter, nor its mists more pleasant.

Argrave and Anneliese walked about mutely while the Manumitter kneeled in stunned silence, taking it all in. This was the first time that he had seen this world. The other one had likely been frightening enough, but now this? It was like walking into the garden of Eden after being so long denied the basic realities of living. It might be said that he’d come out of the womb.

After a while, Argrave and Anneliese looked at each other, their eyes moving up and down. Their clothes were battered, torn, and broken—Argrave’s most of all. They were caked in blood in so many places, covered in dirt and dust in so many more. Their hair was greasy and matted, and even past the scent of the sea, an unpleasant stench came from them: death, and much else.

“You look utterly terrible,” she told him with a huge smile on her face. Argrave felt the deepest of joys simply from hearing her voice normal again. It was hoarse, ill-practiced, and cracked at multiple points… yet it sounded the sweetest it ever had. “You’re the worst I’ve ever seen you. It’s nauseating me.”

“So do you!” He countered, and they both began laughing like fools as they experienced yet another joy that had been lost to them—the simple pleasure of an embrace.

The melancholy of the Shadowlands had weighed heavily on them. It was a suppressing place, a weight constantly bearing down on them. But now they were free of it, and their largest issue had been more than captured alive—he’d been turned to the bright side, so to speak. Looking at him here, though… the Manumitter was a horror show, and looked ill-adapted to living in this world.

“This place…” he sputtered. “It’s… it’s terrifying. It’s so much,” he said, looking about in abject fear. “Do I have to leave that place? I think… I think I belong there,” he pleaded. “Take me back.”

Anneliese broke away from Argrave and kneeled down in front of the Manumitter sympathetically. “I told you that I would need to be rough with you for some time. That hasn’t changed, yet. Stay strong.”

He closed his eyes as if to block out sights and sounds.

“…Argrave?” came an uncertain voice in his head.

“Elenore!” he exploded back. “Good lord. I missed the sound of your voice so damn much. I missed all of you!”

“…alright, calm down,” she responded, but he could detect a tinge of flattered amusement on her tone. “Take your time. Collect yourself. When you’re ready, come back. There’s much to discuss.”