I Transmigrated Into A Goddess Body In Another World: But I'm a Man Chapter 45: The Voice That Remembered

Every silver chain connected to the sanctum began rattling at once.

The sound was deafening.

Hundreds of chains stretched across the ancient chamber, embedded in walls, pillars, and the massive prison gate itself. They shook violently as if responding to an unseen command.

Mason stood frozen.

The voice still echoed inside his head.

...you returned...

Athlian’s terror slamd through the soul bridge so hard that his knees nearly gave out.

Draca caught his shoulder imdiately.

"What happened?"

Mason swallowed.

Good question.

Unfortunately he had absolutely no idea how to explain that an ancient nightmare hidden beneath several layers of divine prisons apparently recognized sobody living inside his soul.

"I think," Mason said carefully, "the situation has sohow beco worse."

"Impossible," Seraphine muttered.

A second later, another tremor shook the sanctum.

The floor cracked wider beneath the gate.

Black light surged upward.

Several priests scread.

The Tribunal ssenger raised both hands instantly.

Silver scripture exploded across the chamber.

Ancient symbols crawled over every surface.

The spreading darkness slowed.

The chained prisoner behind the gate stared toward the fractures below with narrowed golden eyes.

Then, unexpectedly...

The prisoner looked concerned.

That felt extraordinarily bad.

Assura noticed too. "You know what is waking up."

The prisoner remained silent.

The silence itself was answer enough.

Zereth stepped closer to the fractured floor.

His shadows twisted around him uneasily.

For the first ti since Mason had t him, the silver-eyed immortal looked genuinely unsettled.

"The lower seal is responding directly."

"To what?" Seraphine demanded.

Nobody answered imdiately.

Then Athlian spoke.

Not aloud but inside Mason’s mind.

’To .’

Mason froze.

That answer landed harder than expected.

"You knew."

A painful silence followed.

’I feared.’

"That’s not the sa thing."

’No.’

For once, Athlian didn’t argue.

Didn’t deflect.

Didn’t tease him.

That frightened him more than anything else.

Another violent tremor rolled through the chamber.

The fractured gate groaned.

The black light intensified.

Then the voice returned.

"...little fracture..."

Mason flinched.

Draca imdiately noticed.

The commander shifted closer without thinking.

The voice continued. "...she still hides..."

Athlian recoiled.

Pure panic flooded the soul bridge.

Mason felt it clearly; The guilt, fear and regret

None of it made sense yet.

But it was real...very real.

The Tribunal ssenger suddenly turned toward Mason.

"The entity is communicating."

"Wonderful observation."

"You must not answer."

"I wasn’t planning to start a friendship."

The chamber shook again.

This ti sothing changed.

The black light stopped expanding.

Not because the seal was holding.

Because sothing beneath it had paused to watch, listen and wait.

Every person in the sanctum felt it.

The attention and scrutiny.

Like standing before sothing unimaginably ancient.

Sothing deciding.

The prisoner behind the gate slowly lowered its head.

The chained being actually looked respectful.

Very concerning.

Then the prisoner spoke. "Sleep."

The word echoed through the chamber.

The darkness below shifted.

The voice fell silent.

For one brief mont everything beca still.

Then...

BOOM.

A shockwave erupted upward.

Silver chains tightened simultaneously.

The entire sanctum shook.

Several pillars cracked.

Guards crashed into the floor.

Priests shouted.

Mason stumbled and Draca caught him again.

At this point the man had personally prevented at least twelve concussions.

The shockwave faded.

The darkness beneath the floor withdrew slightly.

Assura’s crimson symbols flared brighter.

"The pressure is decreasing."

Seraphine looked stunned.

"How?"

Nobody answered.

Zereth’s eyes remained fixed on the fractures. "The lower prison was never attempting to escape."

Silence followed.

Everybody turned toward him.

"The reaction was defensive."

Mason blinked. "I’m sorry. Defensive?"

He nodded slowly. "The soul bridge awakened sothing."

Athlian went completely still.

"The lower seal responded."

The Tribunal ssenger stiffened.

Even Heaven’s representative didn’t seem to like that conclusion.

The prisoner laughed softly. "Finally."

Nobody appreciated that sentence.

Mason certainly didn’t.

The immortal behind the gate looked toward the ssenger.

"You weakened the barriers."

"The fracture threatened reality."

"And now the prison rembers."

Another uncomfortable silence followed.

Mason desperately wanted context.

Nobody provided any as usual.

The voice returned one final ti.

Softer now and Farther away.

"...not yet..."

The black light flickered.

Then slowly began retreating into the fractures.

The chamber watched in complete silence.

Cracks stopped spreading.

Chains stopped rattling.

The pressure faded but not completely.

Enough that people could breathe again.

Enough that nobody felt like reality might collapse within the next thirty seconds.

The Tribunal ssenger lowered its hands.

Silver scripture remained across the chamber.

The seal held.

The imdiate crisis was over.

Nobody celebrated.

Mostly because everyone looked exhausted.

Several guards sat directly on the floor.

One priest looked like he had aged twenty years.

Saleem appeared emotionally deceased.

Poor man.

The prisoner behind the gate finally relaxed slightly.

"The awakening has passed."

Seraphine imdiately stepped forward.

"What was that thing?"

The prisoner smiled faintly. "No."

"Explain."

"No."

Mason pointed. "See? That’s exactly what everyone else keeps doing."

The ssenger turned toward Assura.

"The sanctum must be sealed imdiately."

Assura folded his arms.

"It already should have been."

For the first ti all night, neither argued.

That felt suspicious.

Orders were quickly issued.

Palace guards moved into formation.

Priests gathered damaged scripture tablets.

Engineers were summoned.

Additional protective barriers began forming around the prison entrance.

The ergency response was finally beginning.

Which was good.

Because the capital above them was still a disaster.

A wounded soldier hurried down the stairway.

His armor was damaged.

Blood stained one sleeve.

Seraphine intercepted him imdiately.

"Report."

The soldier bowed quickly.

"The eastern district remains unstable."

"Casualties?"

The man’s expression darkened.

"Confird deaths continue rising."

The sanctum grew quieter.

People who had no idea ancient prisons existed beneath their kingdom.

Mason looked away.

Athlian felt it. ’You bla us.’

"I bla whatever started all this."

’So do I.’

The answer surprised him.

Because she sounded sincere.

The ssenger moved toward the stairway.

"The Tribunal will establish observation posts."

Seraphine imdiately frowned.

"Inside the palace?"

"The situation demands it."

"The kingdom can manage its own affairs."

The ssenger stopped.

"The kingdom nearly lost control of reality."

That answer landed badly.

Several people visibly tensed.

Political disaster detected.

Assura’s eyes narrowed slightly. "The Tribunal’s role is advisory."

"The Tribunal’s role is preservation."

The temperature in the room seed to drop.

Mason imdiately recognized the signs.

Nobody was yelling.

Nobody was threatening anyone.

Which sohow made it worse.

Political people frightened him.

Athlian agreed.

For once.

The argunt continued.

Seraphine refused Tribunal authority.

The ssenger insisted.

Assura intervened twice.

Zereth watched everything without speaking.

Mason sat on a broken piece of stone and wished sobody would invent aspirin.

Eventually Draca appeared beside him carrying water.

"Drink."

He accepted imdiately.

"You’re becoming my favorite person."

Draca sat beside him. "You say that often."

"Because you keep handing water during disasters."

"That seems fair."

Mason laughed.

Draca looked pleased.

The realization was deeply inconvenient.

Athlian noticed. ’You smiled.’

"Seems I’m not allowed to."

’At him.’

"I am choosing not to continue this conversation."

’Coward.’

Mason took another sip of the water.

For several minutes neither he nor Draca spoke.

The silence felt comfortable, not awkward.

Which was arguably worse.

The commander eventually glanced toward the damaged gate.

"You scared ."

Mason nearly choked. "What?"

Draca looked away. "You stopped responding."

"Oh."

The simple answer sohow hit harder than expected.

Draca continued.

"I thought sothing had happened."

Mason suddenly found the floor extrely interesting.

Athlian beca suspiciously quiet.

The commander sighed softly. "You should rest."

"I would love to."

"Then do it."

"People keep summoning ancient horrors around ."

"That is unfortunate."

"Thank you for understanding."

Draca almost smiled.

Before the conversation could continue, Zereth approached.

Mason imdiately beca nervous.

The silver-eyed immortal had that look again.

The observant look.

The one that suggested he had noticed entirely too much.

"You heard the voice."

Mason considered pretending to faint.

Unfortunately that strategy had limited long-term effectiveness.

"Several people heard it."

"You reacted first."

Zereth studied him carefully.

Athlian stiffened imdiately.

The soul bridge pulsed once.

Zereth’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Then surprisingly, he stepped back.

Which sohow felt more dangerous.

The immortal glanced toward the fractured gate.

"The prison recognized sothing."

Mason imdiately pointed toward Athlian internally.

"See? He noticed."

’I know.’

"That’s not reassuring."

’It was never going to remain hidden forever.’

That answer chilled him.

Before he could respond, Assura approached.

Wonderful.

The gathering of cryptic immortals was growing.

Exactly what he needed.

Assura looked toward the damaged prison, to Mason then finally toward Draca.

The old immortal’s expression beca unreadable.

Which generally ant trouble.

"The crisis is ending."

"That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said."

Assura ignored him.

"The kingdom changes after tonight."

That drew everyone’s attention.

Even Seraphine stopped arguing with the Tribunal ssenger.

Assura’s gaze swept across the chamber.

"The capital has seen Heaven fracture."

Nobody spoke.

"The temples will react."

Still silence.

"The Coalition will demand answers."

The guards exchanged uneasy looks.

"The Tribunal will increase its presence."

The ssenger did not disagree.

Assura’s expression hardened.

"And the kingdom will never return to what it was."

That sentence lingered.

Because everyone knew he was right.

The disaster had ended.

But consequences remained; political, religious and personal consequences.

The kind that lasted not just hours but years.

Mason looked toward the fractured gate one final ti.

The black light had vanished and the chains were still.

The voice was also gone.

Athlian remained quiet.

Too quiet for his liking.

"Athlian." He called.

’Yes?’

"What aren’t you telling ?"

Long silence followed.

The kind he was beginning to hate.

Finally she answered. ’Many things.’

"Wonderful."

’I know.’

For once there was no teasing in her voice.

Only exhaustion and fear.

Before he could ask another question, a priest hurried across the sanctum carrying a damaged scripture tablet.

The old man stopped abruptly near Zereth.

His face had gone pale. "Lord Zereth..."

The immortal turned. "What is it?"

The priest held up the cracked tablet with trembling hands.

"This inscription wasn’t here before."

The chamber imdiately grew quiet.

Zereth accepted the tablet.

Silver eyes scanned the surface.

His expression changed.

Assura approached. "So?"

Zereth remained silent for several seconds.

Then slowly turned the tablet so everyone could see.

A single line of newly revealed scripture glowed faintly across the damaged stone.

Mason couldn’t read it.

Neither could most of the room.

But Athlian could.

And the instant she saw it...

Pure terror flooded the soul bridge.

"What?"

She didn’t answer.

"Athlian."

Still nothing.

For the first ti since eting her, Mason felt her actively trying not to think.

Trying not to rember or feel.

Then Zereth spoke quietly. "The inscription translates to..."

He paused.

The entire sanctum waited.

Then he finished.

"’The debt remains unpaid.’"

Athlian’s fear exploded through the soul bridge.

And sowhere far beneath the sealed prison sothing knocked once.