Karsus and Rathanor were conversing with each other when suddenly their words stopped.
Their terrified eyes perfectly described their horror.
They could feel it.
Their Soul Realms going haywire.
The shift in Aether.
The scattering of Elemental Energy.
A moment of time being removed.
And The Great Deities above trembling in utter terror.
The entirety of The Central Hold began to collapse all of a sudden as The Council was transported out.
All the members had their jaws hung open and their eyes wide in shock as from the depths of The Central Hold emerged titanic beings.
Their appearance would cause all below Saint to go mad with their twenty protruding arms and hundreds of eyes scattered across their bodies. Blue veins ran across the colossal body as its sheer existence caused the curvature of space, resulting in its appearance looking twisted, with its upper abdomen being stretched to the point it formed a curve itself and its lower abdomen constantly changing places.
"This!" Karsus exclaimed.
"The Deity of Space, Abel!" Amaidine continued the sentence.
Abel didn't wait for a moment before they, along with their numerous bodies hurtled themselves towards El-Eudo.
"The missing moment in time, the chaos of The Souls, and now even the slumbering Deities have awoken! Can it be? 'He' has arrived" one of The Council members couldn't help but ask.
"What else do you think can force even The Deities to act but 'Him'?" Amandine refuted, frustration and fear evident in his voice.
"But what could've caused 'Him' to breach El-Eudo?" Rathanor questioned.
"The Name of The Sovereign. Someone has uttered 'His' true name!" Karsus revealed with an ugly expression.
Hearing this, all The Council members froze in shock.
The Name of The Sovereign.
No one should've been able to even utter that name, let alone know it. Not even the Deities remembered His name, so who could?
"We're in for a treat, you know," Rathanor commented, sporting a foolish grin. The other Council members looked at him before Karsus, with a plain expression, replied to Rathanor's statement.
"Shut up man."
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"Who."
A voice resonated throughout the world as a crack appeared in El-Eudo.
"Who."
The voice resonated for the second time, and this time, an ethereal figure formed beside Wilford.
It looked like a cloaked individual made of dark winds as it gazed at Alisha.
"Is it you?" the voice asked, with the slightest bit of curiosity visible, which immediately faded.
"No."
Alisha vanished the next moment.
Far away, a colossal shape began to take form, and within moments, it had appeared before Wilford.
Wilford, whose vocal cords and lungs had already collapsed from uttering the name, now faced Abel, and it felt as if he had witnessed the Sun.
BANG!
His eyes immediately burst!
Yet that wasn't the end, as his brain began to melt!
"..Whauf isk happenoink….?" Wilford, whose brain had begun to melt, struggled to even think properly.
The cloaked individual, meanwhile, gazed at Abel, who stared back at the abyss that was The Shadow of The Sovereign.
The cloaked being turned to view Wilford.
"It is you," the voice mumbled as the cloaked figure neared Wilford.
Yet it stopped and looked at Abel, as its body began to dissipate.
"You have grown," it spoke as it disappeared into El-Eudo, as if being pushed and completely entering it.
The almost-dead Wilford thought it was over as he felt something disappear, and a disgusting smile appeared on his face.
"Yet—"
Suddenly, a hand lurched out from El-Eudo and grabbed Wilford.
"None may stop me."
Wilford felt as if someone had grabbed his soul as he was immediately pulled into El-Eudo.
"Ik tis hiw e esmoke Karadeez?" Wilford thought with glee.
Yet that wasn't about to happen.
As he was about to enter the Wildlands, numerous appendages sprouted from Abel and caught him.
"Wut! Nuu!" Wilford screamed in terror as his existence began to be ripped apart by both the shadowy figure's pull and El-Eudo and Abel's.
Yet what would terror even do now?
Like an ant, Wilford could only scream in pain.
The two opposing forces, without doubt, didn't even seem to hear it as their pull tightened.
Wilford 's body had mostly turned to mush, and only the equal pull of the two forces kept him intact.
But for how long?
Wilford didn't know how much time had passed.
He didn't even want to know, nor could he understand, now that his intellect had been reduced to a child's.
He wished to beg, as he always had but couldn't.
Both the Shadow of The Sovereign and Abel wanted him for the same reason.
How did he know the Name of The Sovereign?
And so, years would pass, with both forces seemingly pulling him eternally.
Wilford 's mind had become dull.
There were no more thoughts.
His flesh had rotted long ago, and only his soul remained, being pulled. This didn't make the pain any less.
This time, he felt the grip on one side loosen for a moment.
It was joyous for Wilford.
Yet, the grip tightened back.
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Wilford's soul had faded due to the stress, and only The Core remained.
The Core was like a failsafe that contained incredibly basic thoughts. It allowed one to feel only two emotions:
Good and Bad.
Good pertained to the absence of danger.
Bad, naturally, meant the opposite.
His Core always felt Bad.
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The day had arrived. The Core had weakened to the point that it finally shattered.
For the first time in trillions of years, the shards of The Core felt happiness.
The shards scattered everywhere. Some went to The Wildlands, others to Paradise, while some attached themselves to El-Eudo.
Yet it didn't matter anymore.
After all
Wilford Aguarias Darrow had died at last.
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Arc 1 - The Tale of Wilford Aguarias Darrow [Completed]
Interludium [Commences]