Chapter 910: Controlling the Angels
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Chapter 910 Controlling the Angels
?The angels remained silent, their gaze shifting between Avargan, who was struggling to rise, and Elyndor, who stood proudly before them. It was as if they were assessing the situation, weighing the threads of destiny that intertwined with the souls present.
The angels continued glancing around, observing each person present with calm expressions.
"We have arrived slightly late, but not late enough for anything to change." One angel said as another nodded its head.
"Too dangerous, that being observing the planet, too dangerous to come without hiding our presence."
"Yes ... too ... frightening." The first angel spoke again as its expression slightly changed before returning to normal after the third angel, the one in the very center, glanced at the two of them.
After a moment, the central angel, distinguished only by a slightly brighter glow, spoke with a voice that resonated like distant echoes. "Elyndor, the mortal who gazes into the tapestry, we have heard your call. The offering has been presented, but the threads of fate are complex."
Elyndor's expression shifted from triumph to uncertainty. "What do you mean? I am the one fated to meet you, to receive your blessing!"
"I have glimpsed into the tapestry, I know that I am right!"
The angel spoke again, "Fate is not a singular path, but a myriad of possibilities. Your father, Avargan, though steeped in darkness, remains entwined with the tapestry. The fateless ones, both of them, have their parts to play as well."
Reign's eyes widened in surprise. He still had no idea what was truly happening and why he was called a fateless together with Iscandar, but he didn't have the time or luxury of finding out.
He simply exchanged glances with Iscandar, who remained stoic.
Elyndor's expression turned into a mix of frustration and desperation. "But I am the one who changed the formation, who offered the sacrifice. I am the one who sought your blessing! Why is it not granted to me?"
"They are fateless, how can they have a part to play, they have no part in anything, they have no destiny, no fate, they are merely abominations!"
The angels, unmoved by emotion, responded, "The offering is accepted, but the ultimate judgment lies beyond our realm. The balance of fate is delicate, and your actions have consequences that ripple through the tapestry."
As the angels spoke, the cavern began to resonate with an intense energy. The magical formation, now infused with the presence of the celestial beings, glowed with an even brighter light. The lines on the angels' bodies intensified in their intricate dance, reflecting the intricate dance of destiny itself.
"We shall not meddle, we shall not interfere with how things will happen in this place, and we shall not accept your sacrifice."
Avargan, who had managed to rise, stared at the angels with a mixture of defiance and anger. "I will not accept this! I summoned you to gain power, and power I shall have!"
Before anyone could react, Avargan unleashed a surge of dark energy, propelling himself towards the angels. The air crackled with magical tension as the clash between dark and celestial forces unfolded.
"You do not wish to do anything to help us, alright, no problems!"
"You want us to die here against these two fateless bastards, against two beings that go against destiny itself, against a human with no fate, and a Nephilim!"
"Well then, if you so wish to act like this, then I shall end this little charade!" Avargan suddenly smiled before extending his hand.
The mountain suddenly shook, and Elyndor and the angels stared in shock at him as the array collapsed.
"I didn't wish to do this, to actually destroy something I had spent decades creating, and planning, but you gave me no other choice," Avargan said as Elyndor landed on the ground and stared at his father in shock.
"River of fate that flows with no end in its sight."
"The tapestry is woven from the fabric of reality itself."
"The invisible force guiding us all without our knowledge or comprehension."
"I give thee everything," Avargan said as the formation, all the artifacts and arrays, as well as most of his children, suddenly glowed before dissipating in the air.
The men and women had no time to even shout or scream before they were gone, their forms scattering in the air in an instant.
"I wish for control over the angels," Avargan said with a bloodthirsty smile as the angels disappeared and appeared around him, their arms stretched toward him, only to suddenly stop.
"Too late," Avargan said as he stared at the angles with a smile as they all retracted their hands robotically and stared at him in anger.
"What ... what just happened?" Elyndor asked in shock as Avargan clicked his tongue in disappointment and shook his head upon glancing at his son.
"Your plan was nearly flawless, my son, but compared to me, who has been researching the intricate river of time where fate resigns and the tapestry of fate, your knowledge is simply subpar to mine."
"Angels, I wish for you to kill the people present, all of them," Avargan said with a smile as the angels started moving.
They moved slowly, very slowly, and robotically.
It was obvious that they were being forced to move, and that they were not willing to do what they were told.
"The tapestry has already given me control over you, for the next couple of days, you are mine to command, so why are you still struggling?" Avargan asked before he shook his head.
"Kill them, and don't let a single one escape, or you will be punished."
A golden beam of energy suddenly attacked one of the angels and struck it with full power, causing the mountain to shake and cracks to appear in the cavern they were in, and yet, the angel was not damaged in the slightest, which made Iscandar frown.
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Chapter 910 Controlling the Angels
?The angels remained silent, their gaze shifting between Avargan, who was struggling to rise, and Elyndor, who stood proudly before them. It was as if they were assessing the situation, weighing the threads of destiny that intertwined with the souls present.
The angels continued glancing around, observing each person present with calm expressions.
"We have arrived slightly late, but not late enough for anything to change." One angel said as another nodded its head.
"Too dangerous, that being observing the planet, too dangerous to come without hiding our presence."
"Yes ... too ... frightening." The first angel spoke again as its expression slightly changed before returning to normal after the third angel, the one in the very center, glanced at the two of them.
After a moment, the central angel, distinguished only by a slightly brighter glow, spoke with a voice that resonated like distant echoes. "Elyndor, the mortal who gazes into the tapestry, we have heard your call. The offering has been presented, but the threads of fate are complex."
Elyndor's expression shifted from triumph to uncertainty. "What do you mean? I am the one fated to meet you, to receive your blessing!"
"I have glimpsed into the tapestry, I know that I am right!"
The angel spoke again, "Fate is not a singular path, but a myriad of possibilities. Your father, Avargan, though steeped in darkness, remains entwined with the tapestry. The fateless ones, both of them, have their parts to play as well."
Reign's eyes widened in surprise. He still had no idea what was truly happening and why he was called a fateless together with Iscandar, but he didn't have the time or luxury of finding out.
He simply exchanged glances with Iscandar, who remained stoic.
Elyndor's expression turned into a mix of frustration and desperation. "But I am the one who changed the formation, who offered the sacrifice. I am the one who sought your blessing! Why is it not granted to me?"
"They are fateless, how can they have a part to play, they have no part in anything, they have no destiny, no fate, they are merely abominations!"
The angels, unmoved by emotion, responded, "The offering is accepted, but the ultimate judgment lies beyond our realm. The balance of fate is delicate, and your actions have consequences that ripple through the tapestry."
As the angels spoke, the cavern began to resonate with an intense energy. The magical formation, now infused with the presence of the celestial beings, glowed with an even brighter light. The lines on the angels' bodies intensified in their intricate dance, reflecting the intricate dance of destiny itself.
"We shall not meddle, we shall not interfere with how things will happen in this place, and we shall not accept your sacrifice."
Avargan, who had managed to rise, stared at the angels with a mixture of defiance and anger. "I will not accept this! I summoned you to gain power, and power I shall have!"
Before anyone could react, Avargan unleashed a surge of dark energy, propelling himself towards the angels. The air crackled with magical tension as the clash between dark and celestial forces unfolded.
"You do not wish to do anything to help us, alright, no problems!"
"You want us to die here against these two fateless bastards, against two beings that go against destiny itself, against a human with no fate, and a Nephilim!"
"Well then, if you so wish to act like this, then I shall end this little charade!" Avargan suddenly smiled before extending his hand.
The mountain suddenly shook, and Elyndor and the angels stared in shock at him as the array collapsed.
"I didn't wish to do this, to actually destroy something I had spent decades creating, and planning, but you gave me no other choice," Avargan said as Elyndor landed on the ground and stared at his father in shock.
"River of fate that flows with no end in its sight."
"The tapestry is woven from the fabric of reality itself."
"The invisible force guiding us all without our knowledge or comprehension."
"I give thee everything," Avargan said as the formation, all the artifacts and arrays, as well as most of his children, suddenly glowed before dissipating in the air.
The men and women had no time to even shout or scream before they were gone, their forms scattering in the air in an instant.
"I wish for control over the angels," Avargan said with a bloodthirsty smile as the angels disappeared and appeared around him, their arms stretched toward him, only to suddenly stop.
"Too late," Avargan said as he stared at the angles with a smile as they all retracted their hands robotically and stared at him in anger.
"What ... what just happened?" Elyndor asked in shock as Avargan clicked his tongue in disappointment and shook his head upon glancing at his son.
"Your plan was nearly flawless, my son, but compared to me, who has been researching the intricate river of time where fate resigns and the tapestry of fate, your knowledge is simply subpar to mine."
"Angels, I wish for you to kill the people present, all of them," Avargan said with a smile as the angels started moving.
They moved slowly, very slowly, and robotically.
It was obvious that they were being forced to move, and that they were not willing to do what they were told.
"The tapestry has already given me control over you, for the next couple of days, you are mine to command, so why are you still struggling?" Avargan asked before he shook his head.
"Kill them, and don't let a single one escape, or you will be punished."
A golden beam of energy suddenly attacked one of the angels and struck it with full power, causing the mountain to shake and cracks to appear in the cavern they were in, and yet, the angel was not damaged in the slightest, which made Iscandar frown.
Chapter 910 Controlling the Angels ?The angels remained silent, their gaze shifting between Avargan, who was struggling to rise, and Elyndor, who stood proudly before them. It was as if they were assessing the situation, weighing the threads of destiny that intertwined with the souls present. The angels continued glancing around, observing each person present with calm expressions. "We have arrived slightly late, but not late enough for anything to change." One angel said as another nodded its head. "Too dangerous, that being observing the planet, too dangerous to come without hiding our presence." "Yes ... too ... frightening." The first angel spoke again as its expression slightly changed before returning to normal after the third angel, the one in the very center, glanced at the two of them. After a moment, the central angel, distinguished only by a slightly brighter glow, spoke with a voice that resonated like distant echoes. "Elyndor, the mortal who gazes into the tapestry, we have heard your call. The offering has been presented, but the threads of fate are complex." Elyndor's expression shifted from triumph to uncertainty. "What do you mean? I am the one fated to meet you, to receive your blessing!" "I have glimpsed into the tapestry, I know that I am right!" The angel spoke again, "Fate is not a singular path, but a myriad of possibilities. Your father, Avargan, though steeped in darkness, remains entwined with the tapestry. The fateless ones, both of them, have their parts to play as well." Reign's eyes widened in surprise. He still had no idea what was truly happening and why he was called a fateless together with Iscandar, but he didn't have the time or luxury of finding out. He simply exchanged glances with Iscandar, who remained stoic. Elyndor's expression turned into a mix of frustration and desperation. "But I am the one who changed the formation, who offered the sacrifice. I am the one who sought your blessing! Why is it not granted to me?" "They are fateless, how can they have a part to play, they have no part in anything, they have no destiny, no fate, they are merely abominations!" The angels, unmoved by emotion, responded, "The offering is accepted, but the ultimate judgment lies beyond our realm. The balance of fate is delicate, and your actions have consequences that ripple through the tapestry." As the angels spoke, the cavern began to resonate with an intense energy. The magical formation, now infused with the presence of the celestial beings, glowed with an even brighter light. The lines on the angels' bodies intensified in their intricate dance, reflecting the intricate dance of destiny itself. "We shall not meddle, we shall not interfere with how things will happen in this place, and we shall not accept your sacrifice." Avargan, who had managed to rise, stared at the angels with a mixture of defiance and anger. "I will not accept this! I summoned you to gain power, and power I shall have!" Before anyone could react, Avargan unleashed a surge of dark energy, propelling himself towards the angels. The air crackled with magical tension as the clash between dark and celestial forces unfolded. "You do not wish to do anything to help us, alright, no problems!" "You want us to die here against these two fateless bastards, against two beings that go against destiny itself, against a human with no fate, and a Nephilim!" "Well then, if you so wish to act like this, then I shall end this little charade!" Avargan suddenly smiled before extending his hand. The mountain suddenly shook, and Elyndor and the angels stared in shock at him as the array collapsed. "I didn't wish to do this, to actually destroy something I had spent decades creating, and planning, but you gave me no other choice," Avargan said as Elyndor landed on the ground and stared at his father in shock. "River of fate that flows with no end in its sight." "The tapestry is woven from the fabric of reality itself." "The invisible force guiding us all without our knowledge or comprehension." "I give thee everything," Avargan said as the formation, all the artifacts and arrays, as well as most of his children, suddenly glowed before dissipating in the air. The men and women had no time to even shout or scream before they were gone, their forms scattering in the air in an instant. "I wish for control over the angels," Avargan said with a bloodthirsty smile as the angels disappeared and appeared around him, their arms stretched toward him, only to suddenly stop. "Too late," Avargan said as he stared at the angles with a smile as they all retracted their hands robotically and stared at him in anger. "What ... what just happened?" Elyndor asked in shock as Avargan clicked his tongue in disappointment and shook his head upon glancing at his son. "Your plan was nearly flawless, my son, but compared to me, who has been researching the intricate river of time where fate resigns and the tapestry of fate, your knowledge is simply subpar to mine." "Angels, I wish for you to kill the people present, all of them," Avargan said with a smile as the angels started moving. They moved slowly, very slowly, and robotically. It was obvious that they were being forced to move, and that they were not willing to do what they were told. "The tapestry has already given me control over you, for the next couple of days, you are mine to command, so why are you still struggling?" Avargan asked before he shook his head. "Kill them, and don't let a single one escape, or you will be punished." A golden beam of energy suddenly attacked one of the angels and struck it with full power, causing the mountain to shake and cracks to appear in the cavern they were in, and yet, the angel was not damaged in the slightest, which made Iscandar frown.
