In the bustling streets of Baklund, a mysterious figure that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, started dscending, his feet touched the land, his lungs took in thick air.
He looked around him, the populace seemingly unattentive to his sudden presence.
At first he just walked around the city, taking in the new environment, his eyes scanning more than just scenery. He was studying the entire world, his mind filtering through every wisp of the fog of history.
Then he stopped, his hand brushed his chin as if in deep thought "A Fallen Noble house's only remaining heir, with ambition to regain his rightful standing among the elites" He smiled in faint amusement.
"That should work, as a beginner background at least, not that it would matter once you reach higher sequences" He was now standing in the middle of the road in West Borough.
"Ok, time to get the party started" Like a Magician about to perform, he raised both hands in an exagerated manner, and with that movement the world also moved.
Buildings in front of him moved to the sides as if making a free place for something new, this action however did not damage the buildings, nor did it alert it residents.
At the same time, an ominous, incomprehensible matter traveled through the historical void in a chaotic surge.
This action failed to escape the attention of higher biengs, as every beyonder above sequance 2, and even sequance 3 from the seer pathway, turned their attention to the boundless gryish-white fog.
Elias immediately sensed multiple invisible gazes locked on his form, most of them came from areas protected by the world barrier, and the most promenint being located in the astral world, while others came from broader ares with obvious malice.
The chaotic matter kept raveging through history, altering and building, whispers of an ancient family whos roots extended further than the third epoch, myths of alien pathways outside the standard system.
The great entities all around the world felt a sense of dread, as new information started nesting in their minds, those informations varied depending on the person, as if it was a miticulisly knitted plot that took all the possible variables into account in an simulation for crafting a new history.
At that moment the astarl world witnessed a rare show of panic and urgency, as they all had no choice but to abandon protecting the barrier and started preparing for a divine descent.
On the other hand, the great old ones took this chance to cause as much damage to the world barrier, in an attempt to weaken it significantlly.
In a place deep in eternal night and cursed with tyrannical lightenning, a young man with black eyes and curly black hair suddenly slowed to a halt and lifted his gaze upwared, he had a broad forehead and a thin face. He was draped in an intrecate magician robes and wore a black pointed hat, while a crystal monocle hang over his right eye.
He suddenly smiled while adjusting his monocle "interesting"
Elias was patient as the corner's of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at the astral world, his gaze looking down on both sides of the world barrier.
He raised a finger to his mouth, still wearing that same playfull grin.
All of a sudden all sound and motion in the universe came to halt, the Zeros couldn't move or complete the ritual for their decent, yet they remained conscious for the most part, the great old ones in the cosmos also stopped, it required several seconds for them to take the only choice they were allowed, and so they barely moved and shrank back.
This continued for sometime, all the while whatever Elias did commenced applying the changes he desired.
Then he heard the sound of faint footsteps approching.
They didn't sound like the usual, like when someone would hear faint footsteps from a distance as they get more audible the closer they got.
No, but the kind when someone had appeared out of nowhere, and chose to walk to announce their presence.
Elias didn't turn his head to look at his guest, he just smiled. Waiting for him to approch.
"Greetings" the man greeted him in a calm, almost dreamy voice.
Elias finally turned to look at him, the man wore a simple white cloak and a silver cross on "His" neck, he looked like an ordinary priest.
He had golden hair and beard, but the most noticeable feature was his pure and innocent eyes that looked like a child.