the gods

There were still unresolved matters that required my immediate attention.

One of the crucial tasks at hand entailed the relentless pursuit of the individual responsible for Brock's untimely demise. Moreover, I observed a disconcerting pattern of unexplained disappearances among the populace, which struck me as profoundly peculiar.

Whenever contemplation turned to the enigmatic presence of these deities intertwined within our lives, an unsettling sensation washed over me. I couldn't help but entertain unsettling thoughts regarding their intentions.

Could it be that these deities are orchestrating events and manipulating our lives according to their grand design? Might there exist clandestine cults or secretive organizations collaborating with these divine beings to further their intricate schemes?

The possibility, however unnerving, lingered within the realm of plausibility.

Nevertheless, I felt compelled to take action, for the preservation of others' lives was of utmost importance. It was imperative to address the situation promptly.

After a short passage of time, I found myself standing before the imposing gates of Rythmeus's palace.

Me: ...

With determination, I proceeded to knock on the doors, patiently awaiting a response.

A few moments later, the door swung open, revealing Rythmeus standing before me.

Rythmeus: Yes?

Me: We need to have a conversation.

Rythmeus: Very well, come inside.

Rythmeus stepped aside, granting me entry into "his" palace.

After a brief interval, I found myself in a chamber face-to-face with Rythmeus.

Rythmeus: What brings you here? What is the matter that demands our attention?

Me: Look, Brock has tragically lost his life at the hands of that abominable entity.

Rythmeus: ...

Me: Furthermore, I've observed a disturbing trend of other individuals vanishing without a trace.

Is there a larger scheme unfolding here?

Rythmeus: Hmmm... I, too, have become aware of these disappearances. You see, there are certain realms where certain deities reside, where they scheme and enact their designs upon unsuspecting humans.

Me: You were already aware of this? Why haven't you taken action?

Rythmeus: It is not a matter of knowledge, but rather a matter of power. Some of these deities possess formidable strength, even surpassing my own abilities. Engaging them directly is a perilous endeavor fraught with risks.

Me: So, Brock's demise was a result of one of these deities' actions?

Rythmeus: It is indeed a plausible scenario.

Me: We cannot simply allow these malevolent entities to act with impunity! We must take action!

RYTHMEUS'S POV:

As I conversed with Liran, an inexplicable phenomenon became apparent. I found myself unable to sense his presence, and my powers seemed futile in his presence. It was as if his very being nullified my abilities. Yet, there was something more to this peculiar phenomenon.

"I sensed an enigmatic aura emanating from him... a force of tremendous magnitude and potency, perchance... could he be the chosen one? Perchance he possesses the potential to thwart these divine beings? Such a prospect holds considerable plausibility, for I have yet to encounter a human of such captivating essence.

Dare I entertain the notion that he is the harbinger of change?"

LIRAN'S POV:

ME: So what say you? Both of us aspire to halt these wretched malefactors, both of us yearn to cease these futile demises, after all...

We have naught to forfeit.

Rythmeus: Are you genuinely certain that you wish to embark upon this endeavor? You shall confront entities of prodigious might... entities that surpass even my own prowess. Are you sincerely resolute?

Me: I am resolute.

We require a strategy.

And I possess an audacious scheme.

Rythmeus: Pray, enlighten me about it.

Me: I must obfuscate my true identity in a manner such that these deities remain oblivious... ignorant of the formidable adversary they face. They shall know only his name.

Rythmeus: And what name shall that be?

Me: Liran. I shall retain my own name, but they shall solely be acquainted with his name, nothing more.

Rythmeus: Hm... intriguing. Considering the mere presence of yours nullified a being as formidable as myself, I believe you shall perform admirably. However, how do you propose to vanquish these entities?

Me: Well... preparation is our greatest asset.

Rythmeus: I comprehend. I am onboard... You have my support.

Rythmeus extended one of "his" tentacles, beckoning for a handshake.

I reciprocated, clasping the tentacle firmly in my hand.

Couple of moments passed as the tentacle retracted from my hand, returning to its place beside Rythmeus.

Rythmeus: Excellent. With ample preparation time, we can strategize against these gods. I am confident that we can accomplish this.

Me: Good. Now, enlighten me about these foundations or cults.

Rythmeus: There are several establishments we could explore, one of which is known as "The Foundation of the Outer Cosmos." This foundation operates in utmost secrecy, housing humans, gods, and other formidable beings of various kinds. It safeguards a vast array of hidden and esoteric knowledge, inaccessible to the majority of the world.

They possess their own armies, personnel, researchers, and even receive assistance from cosmic entities. Among them are the denizens of the "Lands of Chaos" from whence I hail.

The Foundation has a primary emphasis on acquiring knowledge, advancing technology, and occasionally engaging with other cosmic entities. This suggests that we may have the opportunity to uncover valuable information or uncover the underlying reasons behind the current circumstances.

You mentioned the need to conceal your identity as well, and I agree that it is crucial. Rest assured, we can devise a plan for that.

Me: Hm... I comprehend. We shall journey to the Foundation tomorrow. Let us commence our preparations without delay.

Rythmeus: Very well.

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