Chapter 61: Mal, The Killing Sword
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"Oh...Caeria. At a point in time, it was the pride of Arcadia, even surpassing the glory of Alfheim. There was no human kingdom as bright as any shooting star. Alas, just like any shooting star, its glory was fleeting. However, its legacy still remained to this very day," Amethyst leaned back on a pillar with his head looking up.
He was not wrong a bit. If Alfheim, the home of all feys was said to have developed Ancient Magic, then Caeria invented Conjuration.
This addition to the schools of magic was well received by the rest of Arcadia. It was perfect for those that delved into elemental magic and even the spirit master that utilized the force of elementals. Furthermore, this discovery set the stage for the second half of the Ascension Era, the period of time when they began stellar travel.
Amethyst went on, "At their prime, they possessed one of greatest treasure collections. It easily surpassed those of the summer court and winter court. It stood side by side with the treasure collection of the dragons. Among those plentiful artifacts was a particular item that had gained a name and numerous titles due to its exquisiteness."
"What is it?" Reve asked curiously.
"The Immemorial Sword. The Primal Sin. The Blade of Gaen. It is mainly known as Mal, the killing sword!" Amethyst's words stroke fears into the young cat's mind.
Reve suddenly remembered what the sword named Mal was. It was a sword of blood that left its mark over all of Arcadia. It gained its label due to only having one desire which was to drown the world in the blood of its victim.
Mal, the killing sword….!
Legend says it was the first weapon to be created. It was the first sword to be wielded by the hands of mortals. And it only had one purpose; that was to kill.
It was made in the Dark Era where things were much simpler. When the sword was picked, blood will spill. Still, it wasn't a cursed sword that drank the blood of its enemies. Rather, it was rumored to be a beautiful blade that could only cut!
It seemed that Amethyst enjoyed this type of conversation. His smile couldn't become wider as he took a trip down memory lane.
"In what you people call the Dark Era, I learned a hand to the first group of living beings. From the rib bone of a foreign entity, an immortal, I carved a sword and bequeathed it to them. That is the origin of Mal. However, it becomes even better."
The god continued speaking after taking a small pause, "Mal gained an ego after witnessing countless battles. It started to seek out its desire. Suddenly, it stopped lending its might to those that wielded it. It became picky. It sought only those of pure eyes. But it wasn't as simple as that, those with kind characters could never hold Mal. Only those with the purest of black hearts could. Heh."
"It is good that you are telling me this but how does that relate to Caeria and where you sent Neith to," asked Reve.
He could enjoy Arcadian lores from Amethyst later. For now, he was more interested in how everything connected with Caeria.
"You see, Mal is also called the blade of Gaen. This title was gotten after it was wielded by King Gaen of Caeria. He was the last user of Mal. You know what happened to Caeria much after, right?"
Reve joint in, "On a very solemn day, a great flame descended on the great kingdom of Caeria. It buried the eternal nation and transformed into ruins. Nothing was left alive in what was then known as Caeria."
"You are correct, but you forget one thing. There's no such thing as full death. There will always be remnants. Survivors of Caeria still live to this very death. One such survivor was tasked with disposing of the blasphemous bone, Mal. Of course, he chose the beast continent as the right place for the job. He built a temple and hid the sword there for millennials," informed Amethyst.
As a god, he was well equipped with the hidden truth of Arcadia. He had seen countless unfathomable secrets and had spied on acts that could be deemed outright immoral.
"That is where I sent the young amazon. If she is lucky, she would survive the traps and face the test of Mal. So, are you okay with my answer?" mocked Amethyst.
He left Reve with too much to process. Normally, Reve would have learned all these historical facts from Circe but there was just too much for him to learn. He could spend decades studying and never learn five percent of Circe's historical knowledge.
Heck, he wasn't ready to commit his entire youthful life to that!
Reve sat straight on the bed and faced Amethyst, "So, what now?"
"What now? Of course, I will brief you before the transference of power. First, you must know that by the time you find the transference, I would be gone," told Amethyst.
Reve raised his brows, "I guessed as much. The only reason you stayed was to leave an heir, as soon as that has been fulfilled, nothing would hold you back."
"Yes, I have something to do but before that, I must do this. Beware of my departure, I have been the key that has been protecting this world from the greater cosmos even when they began their stellar adventures. When I leave, the roaming entities would be able to detect my disappearance. However, a god is buried somewhere in Arcadia. His aura surrounds the world so this should buy you something before others notice his strange state. My advice is that you should find a way to free him. Of course, you can decide not to. It's your decision."
Reve was once again reminded of something strange. In Arcadia, there were gods but he knew that Amethyst was far different from them. In fact, to compare them would be overkill.
That was also the case for the buried god that Amethyst always referred to. In his mind, he could comprehend what Amethyst meant by god.
Seeing his confusion, Amethyst said, "Don't worry about those. I will imbue you with a knowledge of them. Meanwhile, let's discuss the other issues…..."
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"Oh...Caeria. At a point in time, it was the pride of Arcadia, even surpassing the glory of Alfheim. There was no human kingdom as bright as any shooting star. Alas, just like any shooting star, its glory was fleeting. However, its legacy still remained to this very day," Amethyst leaned back on a pillar with his head looking up.
He was not wrong a bit. If Alfheim, the home of all feys was said to have developed Ancient Magic, then Caeria invented Conjuration.
This addition to the schools of magic was well received by the rest of Arcadia. It was perfect for those that delved into elemental magic and even the spirit master that utilized the force of elementals. Furthermore, this discovery set the stage for the second half of the Ascension Era, the period of time when they began stellar travel.
Amethyst went on, "At their prime, they possessed one of greatest treasure collections. It easily surpassed those of the summer court and winter court. It stood side by side with the treasure collection of the dragons. Among those plentiful artifacts was a particular item that had gained a name and numerous titles due to its exquisiteness."
"What is it?" Reve asked curiously.
"The Immemorial Sword. The Primal Sin. The Blade of Gaen. It is mainly known as Mal, the killing sword!" Amethyst's words stroke fears into the young cat's mind.
Reve suddenly remembered what the sword named Mal was. It was a sword of blood that left its mark over all of Arcadia. It gained its label due to only having one desire which was to drown the world in the blood of its victim.
Mal, the killing sword….!
Legend says it was the first weapon to be created. It was the first sword to be wielded by the hands of mortals. And it only had one purpose; that was to kill.
It was made in the Dark Era where things were much simpler. When the sword was picked, blood will spill. Still, it wasn't a cursed sword that drank the blood of its enemies. Rather, it was rumored to be a beautiful blade that could only cut!
It seemed that Amethyst enjoyed this type of conversation. His smile couldn't become wider as he took a trip down memory lane.
"In what you people call the Dark Era, I learned a hand to the first group of living beings. From the rib bone of a foreign entity, an immortal, I carved a sword and bequeathed it to them. That is the origin of Mal. However, it becomes even better."
The god continued speaking after taking a small pause, "Mal gained an ego after witnessing countless battles. It started to seek out its desire. Suddenly, it stopped lending its might to those that wielded it. It became picky. It sought only those of pure eyes. But it wasn't as simple as that, those with kind characters could never hold Mal. Only those with the purest of black hearts could. Heh."
"It is good that you are telling me this but how does that relate to Caeria and where you sent Neith to," asked Reve.
He could enjoy Arcadian lores from Amethyst later. For now, he was more interested in how everything connected with Caeria.
"You see, Mal is also called the blade of Gaen. This title was gotten after it was wielded by King Gaen of Caeria. He was the last user of Mal. You know what happened to Caeria much after, right?"
Reve joint in, "On a very solemn day, a great flame descended on the great kingdom of Caeria. It buried the eternal nation and transformed into ruins. Nothing was left alive in what was then known as Caeria."
"You are correct, but you forget one thing. There's no such thing as full death. There will always be remnants. Survivors of Caeria still live to this very death. One such survivor was tasked with disposing of the blasphemous bone, Mal. Of course, he chose the beast continent as the right place for the job. He built a temple and hid the sword there for millennials," informed Amethyst.
As a god, he was well equipped with the hidden truth of Arcadia. He had seen countless unfathomable secrets and had spied on acts that could be deemed outright immoral.
"That is where I sent the young amazon. If she is lucky, she would survive the traps and face the test of Mal. So, are you okay with my answer?" mocked Amethyst.
He left Reve with too much to process. Normally, Reve would have learned all these historical facts from Circe but there was just too much for him to learn. He could spend decades studying and never learn five percent of Circe's historical knowledge.
Heck, he wasn't ready to commit his entire youthful life to that!
Reve sat straight on the bed and faced Amethyst, "So, what now?"
"What now? Of course, I will brief you before the transference of power. First, you must know that by the time you find the transference, I would be gone," told Amethyst.
Reve raised his brows, "I guessed as much. The only reason you stayed was to leave an heir, as soon as that has been fulfilled, nothing would hold you back."
"Yes, I have something to do but before that, I must do this. Beware of my departure, I have been the key that has been protecting this world from the greater cosmos even when they began their stellar adventures. When I leave, the roaming entities would be able to detect my disappearance. However, a god is buried somewhere in Arcadia. His aura surrounds the world so this should buy you something before others notice his strange state. My advice is that you should find a way to free him. Of course, you can decide not to. It's your decision."
Reve was once again reminded of something strange. In Arcadia, there were gods but he knew that Amethyst was far different from them. In fact, to compare them would be overkill.
That was also the case for the buried god that Amethyst always referred to. In his mind, he could comprehend what Amethyst meant by god.
Seeing his confusion, Amethyst said, "Don't worry about those. I will imbue you with a knowledge of them. Meanwhile, let's discuss the other issues…..."
"Oh...Caeria. At a point in time, it was the pride of Arcadia, even surpassing the glory of Alfheim. There was no human kingdom as bright as any shooting star. Alas, just like any shooting star, its glory was fleeting. However, its legacy still remained to this very day," Amethyst leaned back on a pillar with his head looking up. He was not wrong a bit. If Alfheim, the home of all feys was said to have developed Ancient Magic, then Caeria invented Conjuration. This addition to the schools of magic was well received by the rest of Arcadia. It was perfect for those that delved into elemental magic and even the spirit master that utilized the force of elementals. Furthermore, this discovery set the stage for the second half of the Ascension Era, the period of time when they began stellar travel. Amethyst went on, "At their prime, they possessed one of greatest treasure collections. It easily surpassed those of the summer court and winter court. It stood side by side with the treasure collection of the dragons. Among those plentiful artifacts was a particular item that had gained a name and numerous titles due to its exquisiteness." "What is it?" Reve asked curiously. "The Immemorial Sword. The Primal Sin. The Blade of Gaen. It is mainly known as Mal, the killing sword!" Amethyst's words stroke fears into the young cat's mind. Reve suddenly remembered what the sword named Mal was. It was a sword of blood that left its mark over all of Arcadia. It gained its label due to only having one desire which was to drown the world in the blood of its victim. Mal, the killing sword.! Legend says it was the first weapon to be created. It was the first sword to be wielded by the hands of mortals. And it only had one purpose; that was to kill. It was made in the Dark Era where things were much simpler. When the sword was picked, blood will spill. Still, it wasn't a cursed sword that drank the blood of its enemies. Rather, it was rumored to be a beautiful blade that could only cut! It seemed that Amethyst enjoyed this type of conversation. His smile couldn't become wider as he took a trip down memory lane. "In what you people call the Dark Era, I learned a hand to the first group of living beings. From the rib bone of a foreign entity, an immortal, I carved a sword and bequeathed it to them. That is the origin of Mal. However, it becomes even better." The god continued speaking after taking a small pause, "Mal gained an ego after witnessing countless battles. It started to seek out its desire. Suddenly, it stopped lending its might to those that wielded it. It became picky. It sought only those of pure eyes. But it wasn't as simple as that, those with kind characters could never hold Mal. Only those with the purest of black hearts could. Heh." "It is good that you are telling me this but how does that relate to Caeria and where you sent Neith to," asked Reve. He could enjoy Arcadian lores from Amethyst later. For now, he was more interested in how everything connected with Caeria. "You see, Mal is also called the blade of Gaen. This title was gotten after it was wielded by King Gaen of Caeria. He was the last user of Mal. You know what happened to Caeria much after, right?" Reve joint in, "On a very solemn day, a great flame descended on the great kingdom of Caeria. It buried the eternal nation and transformed into ruins. Nothing was left alive in what was then known as Caeria." "You are correct, but you forget one thing. There's no such thing as full death. There will always be remnants. Survivors of Caeria still live to this very death. One such survivor was tasked with disposing of the blasphemous bone, Mal. Of course, he chose the beast continent as the right place for the job. He built a temple and hid the sword there for millennials," informed Amethyst. As a god, he was well equipped with the hidden truth of Arcadia. He had seen countless unfathomable secrets and had spied on acts that could be deemed outright immoral. "That is where I sent the young amazon. If she is lucky, she would survive the traps and face the test of Mal. So, are you okay with my answer?" mocked Amethyst. He left Reve with too much to process. Normally, Reve would have learned all these historical facts from Circe but there was just too much for him to learn. He could spend decades studying and never learn five percent of Circe's historical knowledge. Heck, he wasn't ready to commit his entire youthful life to that! Reve sat straight on the bed and faced Amethyst, "So, what now?" "What now? Of course, I will brief you before the transference of power. First, you must know that by the time you find the transference, I would be gone," told Amethyst. Reve raised his brows, "I guessed as much. The only reason you stayed was to leave an heir, as soon as that has been fulfilled, nothing would hold you back." "Yes, I have something to do but before that, I must do this. Beware of my departure, I have been the key that has been protecting this world from the greater cosmos even when they began their stellar adventures. When I leave, the roaming entities would be able to detect my disappearance. However, a god is buried somewhere in Arcadia. His aura surrounds the world so this should buy you something before others notice his strange state. My advice is that you should find a way to free him. Of course, you can decide not to. It's your decision." Reve was once again reminded of something strange. In Arcadia, there were gods but he knew that Amethyst was far different from them. In fact, to compare them would be overkill. That was also the case for the buried god that Amethyst always referred to. In his mind, he could comprehend what Amethyst meant by god. Seeing his confusion, Amethyst said, "Don't worry about those. I will imbue you with a knowledge of them. Meanwhile, let's discuss the other issues..."
