Chapter 433
Othorman stood beside Hans while the robed man walked around, looking like he was searching for sothing.
He raised every table, checked every point before finally coming back to their front.
His thunderous voice sounding through the destroyed inn pub.
"They left no clues..."
"They, who?" Othorman inquired.
His question was t with a deafening silence. The robed man was not looking like he was going to cooperate. At least not in areas they wanted him to.
Othorman sighed and opened his mouth slightly, saying:
"See... I understand your interest to keep things confidential between you and whoever this your master is. But are you interested in finding them or not...."
Othorman gave him a serious gaze and muttered:
"...this is why I don’t like zealots"
Silence persisted between them until Hans’ voice intruded:
"Sorry, I have a question?"
Othorman looked at Hans curiously and turned his face to the robed person as he responded.
"Speak." His tone was definite, heavy and quick.
Hans looked around, frowning slightly.
"What happened here? Look at the benches, signs of an intense battle everywhere, and a dead man?" His eyes sadly drifted towards the man beneath the fractured wall.
Then they trailed back to the robed man.
"What happened?"
Silence ensued for a while but this ti it was different. Othorman could see the resoluteness in the man’s eyes slowly breaking down.
He couldn’t have blad the man, there was sothing about Hans that demanded compassion and respect from even people that were eting him for the first ti.
Of course, most of this was because of the genuineness that he spoke with. One could almost touch the compassion in his voice when he spoke.
Othorman had stayed long enough with his kind brother to know all this, which was the reason he looked curious when when Hans said he had a question to ask.
The robed man’s heavy voice rolled out gently as he started:
"We arrived in Srular a day before yesterday..." He paused, gently breathing as he picked up again. "We were finding a safe haven for a certain important person of our sect. However... we got ambushed by followers of the banished spear."
Othorman folded his arms and uttered with a vexed tone:
"What? So this is just about your annoying religious belief?"
The robed man opened stared blankly, two round eyes burrowing into Othorman’s soul.
Hans looked at his brother.
"Stop it." Then returned his focus to the robed man and said:
"I think by now, you’d understand that hiding information from us is pretty useless. Because there will be no moving forward. We are not the type to stab people in the back. We are the soulless group once led by the renowned Divine Nightmare at a ti..."
Of course, that na was like a free pass to getting anyone’s trust.
Back in the ti when Divine Nightmare led the soulless, they were known across all realms to be a noble clan of people.
It’s quite sad that after their leader’s permanent departure, they fell from grace.
The man’s eyes glinted with slight show of recognition. Then he sighed and spoke:
"Fine... this information is very confidential. And I am sure you don’t want to hear about it also."
Hans and Othorman shrugged.
The man was silent for a couple of seconds, then his heavy voice cut the silence like scissors severing a thread.
"A primordial fell..."
Those three words were enough to make horror befall the brothers’ faces. Both of them let out a gasp simultaneously, eyes widening.
A primordial’s fall.
A terrifying phenonon that only spelled doom for the world
As it is known that primordials are the Supre principality that existed from the beginning of ti.
Of course not much is known about the scuffle between the primordial of light and the primordial of darkness who were the two overseer in the beginning.
However the result of their struggle gave birth to the seven deadly sins which defied the rules of even primordials and chose only humans to be rulers.
After this the primordial of light speared himself into six distinct parts, giving each of them a personality and an ego of their own.
As eons flowed, they beca more apart from each other, growing into their offices and becoming a force as mighty as the primordial of light itself.
Then one day, a primordial fell.
The fall of a primordial...no one knew what caused it but it only ant one thing.
They were burnished from the unreachable realms because they broke the rule.
Even though they were principalities of power. They were still subjected to the rules of the primordial of light.
Now know as the World Shaper.
The abyss was the first to fall from the unreachable realm. But the abyss was so powerful of a primordial that its spread it influence throughout the world and began to find its way back up.
The second case... not much was known.
And the third case...
Othorman and Hans were dumbstruck... they didn’t know exactly how to react but the gravity of the situation now fell on them.
A primordial is a primordial even though they are fallen... they wield unreasonable powers and are mighty in ways that are incomprehensible to the mortal minds.
Being caught up with one was a bad news... and Raith’s disappeared.
Just how bad could this be?
Othorman exhaled. He inhaled. He exhaled again and looked at the robed man, his arms still folded.
"Okay, okay, I think I can tell now why you are so hesitant at first. So the primordial you cultists worship fell... and now the worshippers of the banished spear is trying to kill him or her..."
His voice went low, as he blinked at the robed man, then rose again:
"...sorry but we are talking about a primordial here? Kill? Isn’t that quite laughable?"
The robed man replied, voice calr than usual, however a somber note could be heard with it.
"It was different this ti... I don’t know the details but without a player... She is just a human. If Forsaken Star does not find a player that will accept her sponsorship, she would really die."
Othorman frowned.
"That’s really a bad situation."
The whole thing was in fact more confusing than it seed.
"But I thought primordials even though fallen still retain a larger portion of their powers."
"Technically, we’ve never seen a primordial’s fall until Forsaken Star. Tales of old say that the primordial of darkness sacrificed itself so that light could shine brighter, retreating and becoming the night.
The other fallen primordial we know of is the Broken Moon... and we know not much of her except that she rest in the loneso embrace of the supre moon, weeping because of her irredeemable sin."
The robed man pause. Then he opened his mouth beneath the round collar of the robe covering his lower face.
"It’s all lies... was what she said when we found her."
"It’s all lies? Which exactly?"
"She didn’t say... she didn’t speak to us... she was how do I put it... exceptional yet silent... sad."
Silence rolled over the air for a couple of seconds, till Othorman spoke:
"Well, it’s a player right? That isn’t hard. She can just sponsor one and beco a proper primordial again. Right?" Hans suggested, looking at his brother and the robed man.
The latter shook his head.
"She is being too stubborn. She doesn’t want to take a player."
"....now, this is a dilemma." Hans noted.
"Indeed but it doesn’t yet explain the part that has to do with our own master."
"When the lady was attacked, she was on the roof. By the ti we rushed to et her, those damned runts were gone. Along with the occupants of the room and a large hole in the wall."
Othorman did not say anything for a couple of seconds, lost in his thoughts.
The robed man after the silence persisted into minutes, decided to speak.
"I suppose your master is a strong being. An elf? Maybe a player?" His eyes seem to lit up as he pronounced the last word.
Othorman didn’t respond to him and was still deep in his thoughts.
Hans after looking at Othorman’s odd behavior, turned to the robed man and said with a smile:
"Our master is a player for sure. And a very strong one at that... although I am not promising you anything because he is not predicatable."
Hans paused and added grimly, "Don’t get your hopes up."
Othorman suddenly widened his eyes.
"Hans"
"Yes?" His head turned.
"I think I may have a guess what happened...?"
"Oh really? And what could that guess be?"
"I think master decided to get into this himself..." he shifted his focus to the robed man and asked:
"How pretty is this primordial in question."
The robed man scoffed.
"Pretty is an understatent. Forsaken star is flawless, the most prettiest being in all dinsions."
Othorman swung his face to Hans. His expression emanating definite resolve as he uttered:
"I think Lord Raith has fallen in love"
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