“They failed, and the world will end.”
The room fell eerily silent as I finished. I leant back on my chair, having said my piece. Helena Warshade, Orgaf, Lofus, and Alder all remained quiet as I glanced between them. They were all Elite Ranked adventurers. Each of them above Level 150. They were used to dealing with disasters to a certain extent. Even something like the invasion of the Netherworld was something they could comprehend.
But something of this scale? This magnitude? They had never heard of it before. They couldn’t parse it. I knew they couldn’t. I waited for it to settle in— for them to finally understand the gravity of it all. I crossed my legs, waiting, until finally, someone spoke up.
“Good one!”
Lofus the Broken Berserker of Behrein guffawed. She walked up to me and slapped me on my shoulder.
undefined“Even I couldn’t come up with something as ridiculously absurd as that. The end of the world? Hah, seriously, good one.”
Alder laughed uneasily with her as she continued her boisterous laughter. Helena Warshade didn’t react, but it wasn’t like the other times she was apathetic— this time she looked like she was in deep thought. And Orgaf just peered into me with a frown.
I stood up and met Lofus’ eyes.
“I’m not joking.”
“Hah— good one. But it’s not as funny anymore. You should stop.”
“But I’m being serious.”
I crossed my arms, starting to get annoyed. Lofus’ laughter slowed. Alder shifted in the background. The Broken Berserk of Behrein loomed over me with a dark look in her eyes.
“I said: you should stop.”
“And I said: I’m being serious.”
I looked at the Level 157 [Warrior]. She was the size of a Cyclops— which was to say, not that large since I could transform to that size too. Size didn’t matter. What mattered was how strong we were… and, uh, she was probably stronger than me since I didn’t have [Divine Essence] to even out the playing field.
I mean, I still thought I could take her. Maybe. But it would be risky— especially if her second Class was above Level 150. It would probably be smarter for me to just run if she attacked me. And while that was an unreasonable fear over a disagreement with anyone else, this was someone who was called the Broken Berserker. I could tell Lofus was already getting angry, and she’d have attacked me if Orgaf didn’t speak up.
“That’s enough, Lofus. Let her speak.”
“Seriously? You’re believing this nonsense, Orgaf?”
Lofus looked over at him as she waved her bulky arms around.
“That’s bullshit. There’s no way any of that is true. The end of the world? The Kobolds being right in… anything? Fuck off with that.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You guys asked me to tell you everything, and now you’re rejecting it just because you didn’t like what I have to say? If you don’t want me to say anything, I can go, you know?”
I gestured towards the barred doorway. It looked like a regular doorway with a lock on it, but a barrier was protecting it and keeping anyone from entering the room. Lofus’ brows snapped together. She opened her mouth.
“Then maybe you should—”
“No.”
Helena Warshade spoke over her. The Great Tempest Archmage of Mavos Academy strode forward as Lofus backed up. She wore a dark gaze, and when she came to a halt, she somehow towered over me despite barely being Daniel’s height. She was larger than life— like I was under some sort of illusion spell. But I knew that wasn’t the case. It was some kind of aura. And her words were clear.
“Salvos, Liberator of the Plaguelands, Secely’s Sentinel, and Death of the Destroyer— can you tell me with absolute certainty that what you say before me is the truth, nothing but the truth, and only the truth? That it will be upheld even under scrutiny and questioning?”
“Of course.”
I grinned at her challengingly. I gestured at her.
“Go ahead, ask me any question you’d like. I’ll give you an answer.”
“I see.”
Helena Warshade looked up slightly. I waited, but she didn’t have any questions. Not at the moment, at least. She was still taking it in. And both Alder and Lofus still looked dubious— although the latter more than the former. It was Orgaf who was the first to interrogate me.
“I’ve been to the Kobold lands before. Beyond the Plaguelands, to the heart of their home. I’ve stolen from Unarith, slinked through the shadows of Navith, and even gotten as far as to Xavis.”
He pushed himself off the wall and spoke curiously more than suspiciously.
“I have seen their culture. I have heard them espouse their beliefs. They praise their Old Gods and condemn our entire Species as sinners that can never be forgiven. And now— now you tell me that they believe the world is ending. Maybe you think what you’re saying is true. But… why should we believe them?”
He wasn’t dubious of me. Unlike Lofus, he actually believed that I wasn’t messing around. However, what he didn’t trust were the Kobolds’ words. Still, I waved a hand dismissively.
“Because it’s true, of course. Helena herself has seen the corruption with her own two eyes. It distorts and destroys the world. Just one look at it and you know it is unnatural. It is not something that belongs to the Nexeus.”
I glanced over at the Great Tempest Archmage of Mavos Academy, smiling innocently.
“I mean, has anyone here seen Helena Warshade tremble in fear over a mere Wyvern? No? Well, I have. And that’s because it wasn’t just a Wyvern. It was corrupted. It tore apart the fabric of reality in a way even the greatest [Space Mage] can’t possibly imagine. And that was not even a true piece of corruption.”
All heads in the room turned to Helena Warshade. She didn’t look at them, but she didn’t shift back defensively either. All she did was stand there, nodding slowly.
“Was I terrified? Perhaps.”
She inhaled deeply and stood up straight, uncaring of any judgment others cast on her.
“I know not what I felt at that moment, just that it was not something that should belong in this world. It was not a feeling I had ever felt before.”
“See?”
I winked at Lofus— much to her chagrin— before turning back to Orgaf.
“The corruption is real. The Apocalypse is real. The end of the world is happening, ever so slowly.”
Orgaf placed a hand on his chin, mulling over what I said. Finally, he seemed to accept it.
“Very well.”
“But if the corruption is real, what causes it? What exactly is causing this Apocalypse?”
Alder finally piped up after being mostly silent for a while. He spoke apprehensively, and he didn’t approach me intimidatingly like the other Elites had been. He seemed to be more laid back— or more nervous about the whole matter. I couldn’t tell.
I turned to him, a smirk on my face.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Of course. If the world really is ending, we need to know the root cause of it. Perhaps we could stop it. Put an end to this corruption.”
“Well…”
I responded to his hopeful speech with some hesitation. I scratched the back of my head as I turned to face him.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes.”
He leaned forward, listening carefully. I sighed.
“The Kobolds claim that it is you… we Humans who are causing this. That is why they call you sinners. That is why they invaded the Human lands.”
“What?”
Alder’s eyes widened. Lofus raised her voice, pointing at me accusingly.
“What a load of—”
“Wait.”
I cut her off, bringing up a finger. The Broken Berserker of Bherein paused. I cocked my head.
“Let me finish.”
Her lips twisted into a scowl. She stepped back.
“Fine.”
“Alright.”
I clapped my hands together and spread my arms wide.
“So, the Kobolds blame Humankind. But not exactly you guys in specific. It’s more like… they blame the summoning rituals that tear through the fabric of space. The [Heroes] that are summoned throughout the ages. The Demons brought forth by [Cultists] and idiots. And the Spirits.”
I glanced over at Alder. He blinked a few times.
“What…?”
“Yep. They think [Summoners] are responsible for damaging the world. Destroying it. Creating the corruption that Helena saw.”
I pointed vaguely in the direction of Catark. The Great Tempest Archmage of Mavos Academy narrowed her eyes. Both Lofus and Orgaf just glanced at each other, puzzled. Alder, however, didn’t take it so well.
“T-that’s impossible! Spirit summoning is an ancient sacred art. A pact forged between the Spirit Lord and the Immortal King Alexander. You can’t possibly be saying that it has… has been—”
He tried to work his jaw. He was in complete disbelief. But Helena herself closed her eyes.
“I recall a research paper that was recently published by a respected professor of Mavos Academy that seemed to postulate this very same thing. That the damage caused by Spirit summoning, though harmless individually, have throughout history had a significant impact on the thin fabric of space.”
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