Sacred weapons are given for peace and protection. Isn't that right? but not Eternal threaders.
Weapons vary in complex powers and those who are chosen to be its owner—those who can wield it perfectly—are rare. Humans are an imperfect container, weak and fragile.
Even the emperor of this empire, Evan, cannot withstand the power of the Whispering Paradox.
Humans rank weapons in varieties of strength but the weapons select humans based on their capabilities.
So, how does heaven choose eternal threaders?
Prince Orion's sacred weapon, which is a creator weapon, was not even selected as a weapon for an eternal threader.
It is not about the weapons and is not about who will become an eternal threader. The heavens will choose.
Some humans wanted to reach immortality and obtain immense powers but those who have it don't seem to want it.
Indeed, it was true that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility.
But what is their responsibility? If they are NOT made for peace?
Men abandoned the pact between the heavens and earth a long time ago. The whole world is already contaminated with power. The heavens must know how futile it will become. So they must be preparing for something.
They must be planning for...
...
Destruction.
"This world will soon be destroyed," emotionless words that came out of Ammon's mouth, the servant of the little lady of a million years old with short white hair and eyes with different hues.
Can they preserve this world or rather, will they judge if this world is worth saving?
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"I will take you to the temple," Leon stated.
Hidelga's anxiety and overthinking stopped because of his calm, deep voice and the clarity it brings.
"You will leave me at the temple and go to the Western territories?" she asked, trying to guess his plan.
"I will leave you to the most entrusted friend I have; he won't let anyone harm you," he said, giving her assurance.
The uncomfortable feeling that would have swallowed her up is now being washed away.
The temple is two weeks' worth of travel but he will still take his wife to a safe place before doing the business of the empire, like the responsibility of the emperor never leaves him even if he is not wearing the crown and not seated on the throne.
But first, they need to pass through the boundaries of Gemma.
The city where Duke Oliver and Princess Minerva met. The city of love, colors and illusions, the city of masquerades.
They reach the citadel at the end of the day and then look for a place to stay. They left the carriage to someone who can be entrusted with the carriage (like a parking slot). It is present in Gemma since this is the center of trades in the whole empire. They went for a stroll together while looking for an available inn.
'This place never changed at all,' Leon thought.
'Always like a carnival indeed,' a voice pops in his mind. He is aware whose voice it is because he instructed it to stay quiet all the time unless it's necessary.
The whispering paradox.
'You are sensing something, am I right? 'He asked.
'Seems like your senses are fading, great emperor? ' It jeered.
'Not quite; it is enveloping the whole western region,' he stated.
The whispering paradox laugh. 'Impressive as always,' it stated. 'Rightttt,' a long emotionless word followed by another phrase, 'an eternal threader is nearby,' it added.
'Not keeping the taming eternal threader is a foolish decision,' it's frank opinion.
'You wake up just to do the scolding? 'Leon answered.
He looked at Hidelga. "I cannot keep another woman who hurt my wife," he muttered.
'So you will just fight and then die because you cannot contain me? Fool! 'It said.
A few minutes later the number of people doubled. The crowd is in a deep ruckus. It seems there is something that they are afraid of and want to get away from.
"Leon!" a shout was heard from behind. Hidelga managed to free herself from the grasp of a cloaked man who was trying to take her. Leon tried to reach her, but the crowd moved like a strong current of waves, pushing him back.
He lost her.
He cursed, anxiously and irritatedly. Desperate to get her back, he even hit some people blocking his way.
But those are just innocent civilians running for their lives.
A random shout was heard: "THE PLAGUE REACHED THE CITY!!!"
"THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE LET OUTSIDERS ENTER THE CITY!!" another complaint.
"THEY SHOULD HAVE POSTPONED THE EVENT; THIS IS STUP*D," another spoke.
The city of Gemma has a dark side. This is where kidnapping and illegal human trafficking happen.
Hidelga is struggling herself free.
The strange man took her very far from where he took her so that Leon won't be able to trace them.
Surely, the emperor will remember, especially when he sees the face beneath that cloak. The eternal threader of sickness, the one who played the human body like a balance meter. The threader of Amphore Domina.
Someone from beyond the empire, dwelling in the unconquerable lands—the one who refused to fight, for his power was too destructive for the human body—came to the empire like an army of ants whose home had been destroyed.
"Who are you? What do you want?" She asked.
He aggressively caught her neck and strangled her.
"What a beautiful, fragile body," he stated. "I am Errol; nice to meet you, empress," he stated.
Hidelga was confused but couldn't ask him anything—she was running out of breath.
He finally released her and she fell on the floor helplessly, gasping for air.
He gave her a cold, descending look before pinning her head to the floor. She grasped his strong hands, trying to resist that superhuman strength.
A monster caught her and this monster wants her dead. She's going to die.
While she was struggling to break free, the monster—in the form of a tall human—sensed something in her belly and touched it. "There's life," he said.
She screams, "GET AWAY FROM ME!!"
His eyes diverted back to her face. Hidelga fainted and was carried away by the mysterious man.
When Hidelga regained consciousness, she found herself lying down on a beautiful noblewoman's lap.
"Are you okay?" the lady asked. She got up, trying to recall what had happened, certain that being inside that carriage was not part of her memory.
"What's your name?" The lady asked.
"Hidelga," she answered, while pulling herself together like a person who just woke up from a deep slumber.
"My name is Minerva, the heiress of the Land of Gemma," she remarked.
"If you don't mind, can you tell me how on earth did I got here?" She went straight to the point.
The lady was quiet and then after began to utter.