In the palace of Velgravia, in King Augustus' Library…
King Augustus is standing near the window, staring at the glowing crimson red colored ball that lies on the table. The ball seemed to be fully made of a crimson red color, and it felt like it was not solid but would fade if we touched it.
Augustus tilted his head, eyes glinting with faint amusement as he studied the object before him.
"So… this is the core script, is it? Hmph. Curious… though, I daresay it resembles less a mere script and more… a sphere of infinite power. Fascinating, truly… yet utterly insignificant before me."
He put his right hand on the core script and then closed his palm, letting the core script vanish in his palm. He then turned toward the library door and opened it while snapping his finger; as he snapped, the steam lamp hanging on the roof shut off.
And then he stepped outside the room, letting the guards who were guarding outside feel the presence he was holding.
Guards bowed as they knew King Augustus was coming out of the room. "My lord… Where is the destiny we are going to this time?"
King Augustus looks at him and smugly crosses him; he goes near the wall beside the guard and puts his hand on it.
He then raised his eyes toward the painting, which suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It was a portrait of Queen Victoria. The guard raised his head to see the painting, and his eyes stuck on the portrait of Victoria.
In a portrait, Queen Victoria sits while holding a cane in her hand, her brown hair tucked and bound under her crown, which seems to be made of gold and has diamonds and other gems on it. While her blue eyes seem to be carrying too much pain.
King Augustus's eyes linger on the portrait, voice sharp and unwavering. "Destiny? It lies ahead, as I decide. Watch closely… and do not falter."
And then in no time, that portrait starts scattering in pieces, and from Queen Victoria's blue eyes a golden light flashes, making the portrait vanish in the air, and after some flashes of golden light, a way opens from the portrait.
His gaze was cold, his voice smooth but commanding, and his eyes flicked to the path ahead.
"Now, the way lies open. Keep close, and follow… We march to restore the honored Queen of History. Do not stumble."
The guard seemed to be completely shocked but didn't say a word; he watched closely to see what King Augustus was going to do next.
King Augustus opened his palm and pointed it toward the portrait and waited for some time, and after some time of waiting, that portrait made a path for King Augustus to walk into the path.
From outside, the portrait door seemed to be very small, like the size of half a person, and the portrait seemed to have darkness in it, but as King Augustus approached the door, the portrait widened a little bit and let King Augustus enter.
The guard followed him while shaking his head and entered the portrait like King Augustus did…
The moment he sets foot inside the portrait, he finds himself in a pitch-black area, and as he moves to turn his back to see outside of the portrait, he finds out that the portrait has vanished, letting both of them into darkness.
He was scared as he was unable to see anything; he didn't even know where King Augustus was right now, but then in a short time, the area started getting lit up with golden light out of nowhere…
The guard looked everywhere but didn't find a single torch or fire that was lighting up this area; everywhere he looked was a golden thread hanging, and those threads' tips were covered in red…
It feels like those threads got dipped into a sea of blood and pulled out. He narrowed his eyes around and found King Augustus standing in front of a gateway, inside of many threads that were bound with each other.
He ran toward King Augustus and stood beside him and asked with curiosity, "My lord… what is this place… Is it meant to be the tomb of pride…?"
King Augustus bound his hand to his back while staring at the door in front of him, which was fully covered in golden thread.
He traced the top of the threads with a gloved finger, eyes glinting with calculated amusement. His voice, low and deliberate, carried a hint of mockery.
"This… is the tomb of Victoria. And I shall name it… the Tomb of Threads. Here her body rests… Yet her fate, and all who trespass here, remain mine to command."
As I traced the top of the thread, the door moved and made a sound like something had unlocked it from inside.
He steps closer to the door, eyes narrowing with calculated amusement, voice low and deliberate.
"What lies beyond this door…? Nothing less than true honor itself. One could almost believe the Maidens themselves entrusted it to her… though, of course, only I can truly witness it."
The guard seemed to be fully interested in watching what was inside the tomb. He also steps closer to King Augustus, thinking that as the time the King will enter, he will too.
In the meantime, somewhere in the Indus Valley…
In a cave in a mountain, rain is falling outside the cave, while Waguri is standing near the end wall of the cave. She placed her hand on the wall and smiled while closing her eyes.
She ran her hand anticlockwise as she whispered some words, "Orryath del'Veyn… Luthiréa ka'morath veyu'niel… Thalquess re'viora nathen'kai."
This language is the Eryndal language, which was used in ancient times in the cosmos and was mostly used by maidens. Hyacinth created this language a long time ago when the first human was born in the cosmos.
As she spoke those words from her mouth, her hand got inside the wall, whether it was a wall or an illusion.
She opened her eyes and smiled, then moved forward while entering the illusion's wall. And as she entered that illusion wall, her presence disappeared from that cave, and it only remained silent.
In the realm of life and death…
Henry was standing beside death while staring with fear in his eyes. He was running just a moment ago and was far away from death, but now he is standing beside death, face to face.
His hand flinched as he gripped his fist tightly, and he planned to attack the death. He hid his right hand on his back and snapped, and he disappeared in a blur, standing beside death.
Fear completely covered his face while his brain let his guts fight the universal concept.
As he moved on instinct, he pointed his fist at Death's back and tried to hit her on her head, thinking he would knock her down.
But before he could hit Death, she looked beside her, while Henry felt like freezing in one place in the air while attacking.
She looked into Henry's eyes, and then she raised her hand to grab the Celestial cage from Henry's left hand, but before she could do it, Henry closed his eyes and opened them right away.
And at the moment he opened his eyes, he disappeared from that place he was stuck in and stood far away from death, while breathing heavily.
He looks to his left to find out where Death is right now, but as he narrows his eyes to his left to look for Death, she is not there. Henry moves his hand and finds out that Death is standing beside him.
The air chills, shadows stretch, and Death's voice coils around like an eternal whisper.
"Tricks may serve you for a moment… But truth cannot be undone. And from me… there is no escape."
And then she put her hand on Henry's shoulder… Henry's soul feels like it has already left… But he feels like there is still hope for his survival. This isn't the end for him. He closed his eyes and hoped the miracle would happen right away.