Chapter 430: It’s Your Turn
After seeing everything through Raziel’s eyes and standing in the presence of the progenitor of dragons, Asher came to realize that Drakaris was not a peak Soul Devourer but something far beyond with abilities and wisdom he couldn’t comprehend.
The fact that his blood force had the power of a Deviar could only mean that he couldn’t be a mortal.
This made him wonder what or who Drakaris really was and what happened to him.
Drakaris revealed, "I am not a mortal, nor am I a devil. If I were, I wouldn’t be confined to this place, nor have my powers limited by this realm."
Asher’s curiosity piqued, "How can someone as powerful as you be stuck in a tower?" he asked, his tone laced with incredulity.
Drakaris’ voice rumbled through the void, a mixture of regret and acceptance, "Raziel departed before me. He apologized for leaving but expressed his weariness of this world. He longed to join his mother and Selene and everyone he loved in the Seven Hells."
Shock registered on Asher’s face, "The Devourer committed suicide? I heard he vanished in the Tower of Hell. Everyone thought he was there to conquer it."
Drakaris corrected him, "Raziel didn’t take his own life in despair. He was satisfied with what he had built. He was of great age and had fulfilled his promise to me. He passed down my teachings and birthed a new era. He had nothing else to offer this world. It was his time, and I saw no reason to stop him."
Asher, absorbing the gravity of Drakaris’ words, felt a pang of understanding. Raziel’s choice resonated with him.
In Raziel’s place, he might have made the same decision, seeking a final peace with his loved ones.
"Then why are you still here?" Asher asked as his question lingered in the air.
Drakaris’ voice, echoing with a tone of sacrifice and duty, filled the space, "I remain because of my duty and the pact. When my time came, I knew I couldn’t linger in the physical realm. So I allowed my body to perish, trapping my soul in this tower built by the devils – the only entity capable of sustaining me for years to come. My purpose became to find someone who could accomplish what Raziel began: conquering the Severed Realm. Raziel was the first to attempt it, but lacked the necessary motivation nor was this realm prepared."
Asher absorbed this revelation, understanding now why Raziel was known as the first Demon King, and why each successive ruler bore the same title.
He could only imagine how powerful the Bloodburn Kingdom must have been in the past to strike such terror back on Earth for so many years.
Curious, Asher inquired, "Then why didn’t you ever try? Surely you could easily overpower the Hunters without even trying."
Drakaris’ response was steeped in the constraints of his role, "I am forbidden from such actions. My duty is to maintain balance and nothing else. And do not underestimate the Severed Realm – it too has its guardian."
Asher’s eyes narrowed as he pondered this. He remembered the myths and legends of human history he learned as a human in his past life. He was beginning to realize that he had yet to learn about stuff that really mattered.
Asher then asked, "You mentioned you were here because of the pact. What did you mean by that?"
Drakaris’ voice resonated with the weight of centuries, "Even in my current state, my soul enforces the pact. It’s crucial to ensure that what Raziel painstakingly built isn’t undone. However, I must admit, the way things have unfolded has been a great disappointment, though not unexpected."
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