Empire of the Sun God

"So, what are we doing here?"

I asked with furrowed eyebrows and heavy suspicion.

My master responded to my question and Chloras curiosity with a simple wave of his hand.

"You'll figure it out. Two geniuses should be more than enough anyways."

My throat slightly bulged at the hearing of the word Genius.

A sound of stone drawing across the surface was heard before a large, stone tomb full of inscriptures was filled before us.

"Welcome."

My mentor said flatly.

"To the Empire of the Sun."

I looked around.

"It's not much of an Empire?"

Chlora nodded slowly to show her agreement.

My mentor coughed a little.

"It's all that it needs to be."

He then shoved the boulder over the entrance, bringing back a wave of nostalgia. This time however, what lay before me was not a big,bad wolf but rather a big batch of history.

"Bzzzt."

Okay, maybe there was a bit more than history here.

I had already begun casting a lightning blast but Chlora had already traversed through the darkness. She struck the creature before her with full force and the addition of wind-magic.

I noticed that not much had changed and Chlora had retreated slightly.

My dancing lightning did not illuminate the darkness but rather, accompanied it.

I cursed at this tireful lightning.

After my attack had reached a suitable level, a source of compact world energy had already appeared through instinct.

The creature squealed wildly as this shock of red madness engulfed its figure.

I could see that it looked like a large wasp through the silhouette that bordered around my attack.

Before it got over its short lapse and whilst it was in the midst of taking my attack, I and Chlora rushed to its respective left and right and slashed as hard as we could.

I felt a thick and stiff texture as I tried to drive my blade through it.

I sacrificed some of my blades stored mana before it turned into a violet-crimson ravager that tore through the beast.

Chlora finished the beast off with a barrage of 3 fireballs.

Boom.Boom.Boom.

We panted slightly as we waited for our energy to come back.

I managed to sneak a word out in between my pants.

"Got a light?"

"Mhm."

I soon saw Chloras face illuminated in an orange hue as a small source of fire was lifted before me.

We walked on. The inescapable and gloomy silence entrapped us.

I was on the edge of my bridges when I felt a solid body fall from above us.

"CREAT-."

Splat.

A bloody mess landed on the floor.

The remains of a once alive beast slid down my materialised barrier.

I looked in disgust as I covered Choras eyes.

Gradually, Chlora spoke out.

"What... happened?"

"Just a stray beast."

I took us down a small tunnel. Away from whatever had just occurred. By logic we should be by a nest. And that should've been a somewhat uneducated large wasp-like creature that had not learnt to fly. Therefore leading itself to its untimely death in its untimely manner.

God. If only I knew how wrong I was.

A small sound of high-pitched screeching was far above me. The source of the sound was massive, covering several holes just by its figure. It had already prepared many meals. One falling was nothing to its unending food supply.

Two more, delicious meals arriving however would be a great addition to its food storages.

It stared in delight, its many legs crawling shyly.

I kept guiding Chlora by my side. In fear of hurting the girl.

Despite both being geniuses we were 7. 7 and weak. Well, who knew. Maybe we were incredibly strong in the outer world.

Not just in this caged field.

We arrived in a small room.

Chlora used her fireball to light up a torch.

The room was set in a grim light as silken webs covered its corners.

Various books were scattered around.

I opened one but found the pages being crushed to dust as I tried to flip pages and read the words.

I finally found a relatively higher-quality book.

The words were still indistinguishable but the pages turned and there was the scarce picture representation.

I scattered through images of battle, politics and cheer.

I saw knights charging against giants and giants charging against legions of knights. The pictures were not sketched but an odd ink-like substance had been used. Each pictures quality consisted of many lines, less lines or no lines to show shading and colours I suppose.

It was only when I began to translate the book properly that I could get a hold on the obscure images.

Red was shown with crossed lines. I realised this by inspecting blood and what I realised now was a man proposing with roses.

I skimmed through the book, past battles and glory. Losses and ends.

I found a particular page that lit a fire within me. A bonfire, an explosion. A disastrous mess.

On this particular page, a man with red-hair held his hand out.

A lightning bolt appeared from above him to answer his calls.

That wasn't the important part despite its interesting view.

The lightning was shaded red in this pattern.

I instantly turned the page, curiosity overthrowing patience but found my hand imprint crushing through the rest of the book before it too, turned to dust.

But I had not a care for the world.

"They're like me."

Chlora looked back in confusion as I held my hand over my face. My posture dead-still.

"Is... something, wrong?" She asked innocently.

I shook my head to her question.

I continued crushing through books before I found one.

On its cover were 17 towers.

Well isn't this a curious thing?

I looked before finding pictures that showed me more than I think a book in this world ever has.

A man stood at the centre of the page.

Around him were 17 towers.

Each tower restrained him.

He kneeled, his face was blank.

His armour was grand and he carried no sword.

I skimmed through pages and got the gist.

On one page, a follower of the man was killed in cold blood.

Later, this same follower had his body transmuted and his vast mana that he gained by following the man was transformed into a tower. Potentially a core or some type of thing lay in us humans.

I kept reading and made my own theorem.

The man had 17 core followers, each received great power. Giving power is a god-like thing.

No. Was this man.. a God-level human?

I thought of a name instantly.

Sun God.

My mind sped up, filling in the gaps for me.

At the peak of his power, he must've been a god. But as his power was stolen and turned into towers he slowly declined. It took 17 towers to hold his weakened state.

Wait. This doesn't make sense. Shouldn't he be free now? The towers are gone.

I desperately looked for more books before I saw one of the Sun God praying. His will was so intense that it reached to another man.

It seemed that there was a union portrayed in this book.

A union made to release the sun-god.

Vibrakolah. His name instantly came to mind.

Was he there to release the Sun God? Or did he just want destruction?

I thought to myself of another idelodgy.

If the sun god has not shown himself to the World yet... could it be?

What if the seal the towers placed was so strong that he needs to repair himself or wait for it to wear off? Or is there something that must be done for it to wear off?

I thought to myself. Whatever has happened, an enemy far greater than Vorgio may rise.

I prayed to whatever God that wasn't the Sun-God that I would atleast live to see tomorrow. I didn't want to go yet.

Then I stopped. Who said this guy was the bad-guy. Wasn't it his followers getting slaughtered?

I kept looking through the archives before I saw a book.

On the cover was the Sun-God. In his hand was a bloodied head. On its head was a crown.

I felt a sticky lump rise in my throat and sweat on my brow.

I opened the first page. An intense wave of emotions broke down on me, out of my control. Screaming. Pleading. Death. That was all I felt as I looked at the first page.

Unlike the other images, in this one the picture was drawn masterfully.

In it, the Sun God stood in the air above a large city. The city was vast and beautiful but the Sun God cared not as above him, his hand was stretched upwards. And in his hands, was a massive sun that would easily decimate the city in seconds. His eyes, heartless and roaring, met mine.

I shut the book desperately. My rabid pants passed through my ears.

He can't be unsealed.

I lay on the floor with widened eyes.

He can't be unsealed.