A way to break the doom

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Water from the broken rooftops touched the ground one by one, filling up the silence of the void place.

It was never even once in their lifetime, the combatants had felt that helpless.

None of their rankings nor their Guild level gave them a hand, making them feel as if left in a dark pit blindfolded.

" WE CAN'T LET GO OF THIS DISCOURTEOUS DEPORTMENT. MR. ULVER IS ACTING AGAINST THE RULES OF OUR CANON. HOW COULD HE SNATCH THE TIMINGS OF THE NOBLES, WHO ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE TO MOULD THE OCCULTIES AT CENTRIO. WILL HE TAKE RESPONSBILITY IF THE LIANA'S REBEL?", the chief orator of Centrio yelled from a corner.

Although he pointed out true facts, his presence kind of thrilled everyone.

This left the whole hall in silence, while Androe couldn't even blink his eyes.

He crushed his eyes repeatedly, getting completely shattered within.

He elbowed his brother with wide opened mouth and exclaimed," Isn't he Mr. Willbert? How could the Chief drag him into this? Doesn't he worried about the consequences?".

It seemed like Mr. Willbert Gekive, belonged to Golden era Nobleman, a very honourable position at bleakville.

His Guild level wasn't a joke too, as his family excelled in Sorcery, succeeding as Welkin stoners for long.

Looking at how bad even people from respective positions were treated, Combatants began to feel hopeless at last.

" Mr. Willbert! I wish that you could maintain your patience! You're more knowing than me and I'm in no place compared to you. Combatants might feel insecure if you let them know about your situation. I beg you to help them through your power, my Nobleman! I wish you give them hope that could make them stay strong", requested a female combatant, who was incharge of assisting him.

Mr. Willbert took a glance of the situation and felt bad for the combatants, whose faces turned totally upset.

Welkin stoners were kind natured Guilds, who showed excellency in being wise, strong as well as concerned for people.

He regretted his behaviour for acting rash for a second, without thinking about the people around.

The short-temperedness was his weakness for sure, which he was trying to persuade for years.

" Mm-Hmm"

He cleared his throat aloud, which gradually gained every combatants attention towards him.

" Honourable combatants, Noblemen, trainees and breachers! I hanker for y'all to stay in good shape. Its really unfortunate to meet you all in such a situation, where people in high positions are disappointing the future of Bleakville. As a man who had gone through various war broke outs, this isn't something that could threaten me"....

Mr. Willbert turned the enviroment kind of serious, where his words boosted every single men's mind.

" But, we should never ignore what life teaches us. 'Turning any hard circunstance into your own way- is what a great ability of Combatants is' according to Canon. Like y'all I was once a combatant too. Letting aside all your useless worries, I want you all to look for ways to escape this cursed ring. Anyone can voice out a way to break through! And to the one who tells an excellent idea would be rewarded according to Welkin ritual".

Bringing out astonishing phrases, Mr. Willbert sat on a muddy heap with much expectation. His lips stretched out into a smile without his knowledge, looking at how sincere combatants seemed to find out a way.

Soon the atmosphere changed as if an exam hall without a supervisor, men and women getting into chaotic conversation in deep alert.

Gradually few turned into a group, while the rest who had no idea oveasdropped from others.

Kuddos to Mr. Willbert for bringing back lost hope but time wasn't patient for them.

The nimbustrous clouds became more stronger and darker, pouring like cats and dogs once again.

The clouds somewhat thrilled the youngsters, who sensed danger every now and then.

Eric was seen shivering on Dhorie's arms, with his face and hands pale and blue.

It was only breachers who seemed totally normal and silent among the crowd.

" Mr. Androe, may I...", asked a voice with determination.

With great surprise they all turned towards the voice.

It turned out to be Edmund, the one who stooped his head from the start, showing zero interest in the issue.

" EDMUND!!!", they all exclaimed aloud, looking shocked to the core once again.

" Shhh!!!", Androe sushed the youngsters, as he was responsible for their safety in the absence of Scizian.

He whispered," lower your expression! Don't show any clue to others that you have someone with a plan". Androe signalled with his eyes asking them to calm down."They are all dangerous, who could go to any extent to get that reward".

It seemed like few had already noticed them but they just got it slided, as many had bad impression about the youngsters.

While each of their eyes got shifted away from them, Androe signalled Edmund," Now, Go!".

They all got chills when Edmund walked up to the front, with confidence all over his face and eyes staring sharp at Mr. Willbert.

Upon Mr. Willbert's permission, Edmund spoke out the idea on his mind.

" With you permission my Nobleman!", Edmund began with a clever move, duely attracting his interest over him... " In the world of sincerity and falsity, we can't choose which category our beloved triogle belonged to. Since our capitals hold all categories of people, from Cherubic to fiendish mindsets, its the Canon which recommends us, millions of way to live peaceful, no matter how troublesome ones surrounding tends to be. To me, the one who seemed cool and a complete man of justice hours ago, turned to be the most decietful man I've ever seen in my life.

He sighed and continued," It was our holy Canon that gives eternal way to end a cursed ring. Inspite of having thousands of ways, one of the most powerful and reliable way was to find the doer and the medium of curse. So, the only way to summon Mr. Ulver infront of all is by delivering our ancestors hymn of beguile...".

Edmund's idea made everyone get amused as well as think for a second.

There can't be a better way to escape the doom than this, as Edmund was already aware of the fact how powerful the hymns of Welkin Stoners were.