"But that is not the story I wanted to tell you. This is not the story of the death of my race. This is a story about a ring. About a particular ten rings. And in seeing it, you might be able to see a new path"
For a mont there is silence between then.
Azief sighed.
And for a mont there is silence between them
Azief discerning eyes fixed on Borgan, a silent dialogue of intent and motive passing between them.
She looks at him and when she looks at him, it was like she is seeing through him
The eyes of soone who is the source of all clairvoyants in the Universe is not so normal eyes.
Her gaze seems to hold infinite secrets and when she looks at you, it was like she is looking at your past, present and future.
Under the gaze such person, one would always be nervous.
But Azief is not
Because he knows sothing. And he knows that she knows that he knows.
He is useful to her.
And because of that he was not nervous.
In the many years of his life, he had gathered all kinds of experience
And in his long years of life, whether it be his real life or the one that he experience in a state of reincarnation like when he experience six lives in the Sabers of Azul, he had learned many thing
and in that journey of his, he had encountered many beings of imnse power and elusive intentions.
There was Azul. There was the Orvanian. There was that gate that appears out of nowhere when he was stepping on the Supremacy Stairway.
There is many more, the one that he knows of and the one he doesn't
The complex interplay of motives and sches was sothing he had grown accustod to, and he knew better than to take things at face value.
He pondered the Etherna motives.
What was the true outco she sought by sharing this knowledge?
Was it rely to enlighten him, to warn of an impending doom, or were there deeper layers of intent hidden beneath her words?
Azief was not naive, nor was he entirely trusting.
His past had taught him that even those with the best of intentions often carried hidden agendas.
It wasn't lost on him that even when dealing with beings who transcended limitations, there was room for intrigue and subterfuge.
After all, when he t Azul, even that being who transcended many limitations also have his own sches and plots
Orvanians also has their own plots. There si also the Creator. The Destroyer. And who knows who else?
Azief contemplated the possibility that Borgan had her own designs, her own goals.
No, it is not a possibility.
It is the fact. The fact that he is here ans he was sched upon
Probably from the mont he took that ring, he was already in this cause and effect
However, Azief is not entirely angry even if he is being sched and plotted again
He understood that even within the most intricate sches, there is always room for opportunities.
He had seen how treacherous plots could lead to unlikely alliances, and how certain intentions could sotis create fortunate circumstances.
the sche of plots and others does not always an that you would be disadvantage in following such plots and sches
Even if you are being planned and sched upon, the ending could be different.
A bad plot and sche would end his life, but a win-win plot and sche would benefit him and the others
And if it could benefit him….he could stand being used.
Sotis people hated being used. But sotis people wanted to be used. What is more unfortunate sotis, is that you have no use.
There were tis when people despised being manipulated or used as pawns in another's ga, but there were also monts when individuals actively sought purpose and direction in the service of a greater cause.
What made the situation even more complex was the existence of those who found themselves devoid of purpose, trapped in the void of aninglessness.
In such cases, the search for aning, for a reason to exist, beca a central quest.
Azief knew that the choice between being used, using others, or grappling with a lack of purpose was not always clear-cut.
The intricacies of life often posed such profound questions.
Had she presented him with knowledge that could be wielded as a weapon, a tool, or a guide?
Or was it a re strand in the intricate tapestry of her own motives and machinations, full of thread he did not see?
everyone played a role, sotis with awareness, and other tis without.
And so, he asks
"I never understood your plan"
Azief sotis look at Phaitos and Asargan and Vorgan speaking with each other but right now, they are speaking about plans to defeat the Destroyer and the Creator once again
Azief focus more on Borgan that is guiding him right now
"What plan?"
Azief is silent for a second before he sighs.
"I have seen my future. And I could guess a few bits and pieces of it. But I could never understand why I beca like that. I know I am not the most virtuous person or the kindest person. But….to annihilate everything like that…. that doesn't seem like . I am hypocritical and when it cos to people I care about, I could do terrible thing. I am not saying it is a good thing, but I know what I am. But when I look into the future, and saw what I beca, I did not recognise that person" he paused for a second and Borgan did not interrupt him
Silence lingered on as Azief tries to find a word to explain what he felt
And the words co to him.
"it was like I was dead"
"I believe that your plan has sothing to do with that" Borgan is silent for a mont. And she nodded
"In a way, you are right" Borgan was about to speak again when suddenly she turns to look at the vision.
"they are here"
Azief gaze shifted toward the entrance of the chamber as he saw more Etherna entering.
At the sa ti, he could feel vibration from the outside and he narrowed his eyes and activated his senses
Now, he could activate certain abilities that he have. He is quite sure that this must be also the thod that Borgan has allowed him to do
His senses heightened, and he strained to catch any sounds or clues about what was transpiring outside.
The ongoing battles in the skies raged on, the tumultuous clashes sending shockwaves and resonating echoes throughout the Heavens.
The world shakes and the heaven splits open. Even though Azief is not looking at the battle, he felt that this might not be far from what he imagines.
He could guess who the Ethernas in the sky are fighting with
Each booming impact created loud sound. But maybe because this forge is special, the sound did not do much nor is the blast destroys the forge.
But even from his vantage point, he could see from the large window that outside, the lava river is moving wildly like there is a gust of wind that forces them to move in such a weird way
"The battle out there is getting more intense"
"Who is fighting there?" Azief ask but Borgan only smiles and did not answer him
Azief also notices that sotis Borgan is very enthusiastic in answering him and at tis she would not answer certain question
Azief then focus back on the Etherna that is now entering the chamber.
And he was surprised that this is a group of Etherna that ca inside. Is there so gathering here, he thought to himself.
There is ten Etherna that co into the chamber. Each one of them gives Azief a very different feeling. And the way they look is also different
The ten Etherna had an uncanny quality about them.
As Azief gaze settled on each one, he could clearly see their distinctive features, the peculiar expressions in their eyes, and their unique characteristics.
Yet, it was as if their faces and attributes refused to stick in his mory.
Azief mind, trained to analyse and rember even the most intricate details, couldn't retain these images.
It was as if he were looking at apparitions, and when he shifted his attention away for even a mont, their appearances vanished from his recollection, leaving only an elusive feeling of their presence.
The more Azief tried to grasp their individualities, the more he realized that these Etherna were unlike any beings he had encountered before.
This experience was disconcerting, and he felt a growing sense of mystique surrounding these mysterious figures.
if he look away for just one second, when he tries to recall that face and appearance of that Etherna, he could not help but draw up a blank.
Azief frustration grew as he attempted to focus harder on the Etherna before him. It was like grasping at mist, trying to hold a dream before it slipped away into the recesses of his mind.
No matter how intensely he concentrated, the faces of these Etherna remained distorted and blurred, like a fading dream upon waking.
He couldn't shake the feeling that his mories were being tampered with, as if a mysterious force was obscuring their identities from his recollection.
Like he was in a dream and the faces doesn't matter. Like his mory is being tampered.
"Like a code that is self-correcting" he mutters as he look at Borgan. Azief eyes is full of aning and Borgan understood.
"It is a bit like that. What they did…." Borgan just shakes her head not finishing her words.
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