Lord Shadow



That is why Void is crazy. But just because you wanted to be crazy like that, don't drag me into your craziness, Inkwell thought in his heart. 

" I don't need you to do anything that would step on anyone toes"

Hearing this Inkwell heaved a sigh of relief.

"Then what is it you want me to do?"

"I need you to build me a box"

Inkwell raise his eyebrows

"You could ask anyone else"

"No, only you could build this box" Then Void look toward Louise and Lousie knows this is his que to make himself scarce

"Go to the second floor" Inkwell said and so Louise listens and goes to the second floor. He is only hired by Void to accompany him to this place. 

Other things are not his concern.

Inkwell knows that this must be something secretive so he waves his hand again and the are that he and Void are standing on seems to be separated from the space of the cabin. 

They still is in the cabin but if one look at the area they are in, it was like they had vanished.

When Inkwell waves his hand, he had separated the space between the cabin and the are they are standing on. It is more like compressing the space but allowing them to exist in that same space yet undetected. 

Even if Louise wanted to spy now, he couldn't. 

And then Void bring out something from his bag of holdings. 

An orb. The orb is shining green and just by looking at it, Inkwell could feel the powerful vitality coming out of this orb

"what is this?"

"I don't know" Void said with a smile on his face

"All I know is that the Oracle seem to want it from me. And so…..I ran"

"It's something precious" Inkwell concluded

Void nodded

"I believe so" 

Void does not know what this orb s. But Loki, Yewa Hafar and the Oracle Erika, they know what it is. 

And they have been searching for it. This orb is something that Void had took from the Vittala Temple

It is the orb that Loki was searching for. It is also the same orb that Yewa Hafar is looking for. And it is one of the reasons why Eriak decided to help and aid one of the most wanted men in the world

Because this orb is the Revival Orb. And this is the Orb that would start the War of the Sovereigns

….

Upon the slopes of Mount Parnassus in Greece, a spectacle of divine grandeur unfolds. 

Here, where the heavens kiss the Earth, countless peaks stretch skyward like nature's own sentinels, their jagged forms pointing toward celestial realms. 

Among these sacred heights lies the Temple of Apollo, a place of unparalleled sanctity, nestled in the heart of Delphi.

By now the whole world knows that the Oracle had returned and she returned to Greece and once again allying herself with the Seven Warlords

The Temple of Apollo at Delphi has finished construction. 

The bonds between the Oracle and the Seven Warlords have been rekindled, casting a formidable aura over this sacred land.

The Temple of Apollo, a masterpiece of architectural prowess, now stands in its full glory. 

It is the radiant centrepiece, surrounded by an awe-inspiring ensemble that pays homage to the gods of Olympus. 

These sacred structures dot the landscape of Mount Parnassus, like celestial sentries guarding the path to divinity.

Amidst this hallowed landscape, statues of lesser deities and ethereal nymphs adorn the terrain. 

Their graceful forms emerge from the mist, lending an air of mystique and enchantment to the surroundings. 

As the mist weaves its enigmatic veil, those who embark on the ascent of this sacred mountain are greeted with breath-taking vistas that stretch beyond the limits of human imagination.

The Temple of Apollo at Delphi, a testament to human devotion and divine connection, invites pilgrims and seekers of wisdom to ascend its sacred steps. 

It stands as a testament to the enduring power of faith and the profound mysteries of the cosmos, a place where Earth and Heaven converge in timeless harmony.

The ascent of Mount Parnassus follows a path known as the Sacred Way, a rugged trail that winds its way from the mountain's base to its lofty summit. 

While the road itself remains unpaved, an ethereal enchantment seems to linger along the very ground trodden by countless pilgrims that wanted to see the Oracle and the Temple.

Most of Eriak Acolytes also lives near the base of the mountain. Only her disciples are allowed to live inside the temple and as for people who are allowed to aspire to become her disciple, they could live near the temples 

Even though there is such rules, the rules are not that strict. Those who embark on the path of clairvoyance is scarce and Erika did not make it hard for them

Every few weeks, a few Acolytes would be allowed to live near the Temple and help Erika in her task

Flanking this Sacred Way are treasuries, each dedicated to housing the offerings brought forth by the diverse cities of Greece. 

Among these humble tributes lie gleaming treasures of gold, formidable weapons, and shimmering energy stones, all presented with profound reverence.

Yet, despite the alluring treasures lining the route, a profound and universal respect for the sanctity of this place holds sway. 

There is many magic in this world. 

There is dark magic and there is white magic

There is also a kind of magic that is sacred and divine. 

And the offering once given, now become sacred. 

And sacred things bears sacred magic. 

Once these offerings are placed, they are forever transformed into sacred relics, bearing the very essence of this divine enchantment.

In the presence of such sanctity, even the most covetous hearts dare not lay a hand upon these hallowed offerings. 

Taking an offering to the gods would always have consequences. 

The act of pilfering from the sacred offerings to the gods is bound by an unspoken law to those who know it: the magnitude of misfortune unleashed was directly proportional to the size of the transgression. 

Small thefts invited minor misfortunes, while larger infringements would incur correspondingly greater consequences. 

The most perilous act, however, is meddling with offerings that could not be quantified, as it summoned forth a malevolent calamity of deadly proportions.

Widespread wisdom held that tampering with the sacred offerings along the Sacred Way wielded the power to manipulate the delicate balance of cause and effect, irrevocably altering one's destiny and fortune. 

Such knowledge instilled in all a sense of reverence and fear, dissuading even the most brazen from laying a hand upon the treasures that lined the path.

  Instead, with devout piety, they embarked on their ascent to the temple, cautious not to disrupt offering

This temple however would not have been so honoured if not because of the person living in it

And who is living inside that large temple on the peak of Mount Parnassus?

The One-Eyed Oracle Erika!

…

Erika is in her chamber. 

Her chamber is designed like an ancient Greece chamber. It has all that exoticness of an architecture of a distant past. 

She is sitting cross legged on the floor and she seems to be closing her eyes. Then when she opens it, there is an aura that burst out from him. But this aura is like a ripple of wind but not strong enough to destroy anything. 

Instead, if anyone is in this room right now, they would be surprised when they look at Erika eyes. It is white and cloudy, like her cornea had been covered by some kind of white substance. 

And her eyes moves right and left like she is seeing something. She seems to be in a trance. 

And then she closes her eyes back and smile.

Opening it back, her eyes had returned to normal. 

She is smiling and she seems joyful  and then she laughed. 

"He finally did it" And there is a smile on her face

"The Revival orb will be there" she thought. 

"But what should I use it for?" she mutter and sighed. 

Erika is in her already built temple, on the mountain of Parnassus, inside a temple that is ten times as wide as the original Temple of Apollo

She then sighed

"There is too many variables" 

But even though she is sighing, there is a smile on the corner of her mouth. She clearly did not hate it that things has become like this

Instead, she felt even happier.

She needs to calculate more and pout more effort but she is prepared for that. 

"I just wish that this is a true hope and not just a false one

"The War of Sovereign might change a little now."

Erika released a deep sigh, her form gracefully gliding out of her chamber. 

Through the grand atrium, she soared, ascending toward the heavens. 

As she ascended, the clouds gathered around her like a congregation of nature's spirits, the wind howling fiercely but repelled by an unseen force field.

In the boundless sky, she hung suspended, her gaze fixed upon the radiant sun, its golden light painting the world below. 

She contemplated the ever-changing tapestry of clouds, the intricate dance of light and shadow over the landscape, and the beauty that unfolded beneath her gaze. 

She sighed. 

"Death Monarch changes many things. And there is new variables. I need to do another divination to see how many things have changed and how it diverged"

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