The message Arc (17)

Scene : Cave, Thorn forest

The statue….It was unmistakable—the Primordial Demon Orvadon, the Soul Eater.

Even his stone presence was suffocating. The air itself felt heavier. Darker.

We immediately relayed the discovery to Chief Rox Darman through thought-link.

Captain William's eyes were sharp.

"Chief says they're coming close. Fall back, we can't be discovered yet. Hide immediately."

We didn't waste a second.We slipped away from the hall , vanishing into the shadows like we were trained to do.

We returned to the upper rock hollows—their natural formations perfect for concealment.Moments later, Chief Rox arrived, gliding through the dark like a phantom.

We updated him swiftly, every detail, every sight of Cruelness.

He nodded once, then faded into position beside us.

And then… they came.

We counted 119 figures, cloaked in green robes etched with white-circled patterns.

Their footsteps echoed, synchronized, as they are trained to do.

They passed the narrow tunnels, making their way deep into the heart of the cave—

to the very hall of the demon statue.We followed silently, our gravity-dampening magic reducing even our breaths sounds .our disguise enchantments cloaking us near-invisibility.

When the entire group gathered before the towering stone figure of Orvadon, they starts to gathered in front of the state making a perfect geometry of a square around the stone platform.Then, their leader stepped forward.

He was taller than the others, his robes darker, layered with strange red symbols of bloods that glowed faintly in the torchlight.

He ascended the stone platform slowly—like a priest at the altar of a god long forgotten.The chamber fell into a dead hush.

He was standing and watching the surroundings and it's followers .

He exhales a deep breath and started He exhaled a long, steady breath. The sound echoed like a wave of darkness through the ancient stone cave.

"My brothers… my warriors," he began, his voice deep, commanding, like thunder rumbling beneath the earth.He raised his arm slowly, palm open toward the colossal statue towering above them—the twisted form of Orvadon, the Soul Eater, etched in stone and shadow.

"Today, we stand before the broken husk of a deity feared by all… abandoned by the heavens… forgotten by the world…"

A pause. Silence thickened.

"But we remember him. Our god. And we will revive him one day."

His tone grew sharp, almost frenzied.

"We cannot stop now, No price is too high, we will give any sacrifice.Kill or be killed , Do or die.We will shatter every wall coming in our way.tear through every obstacles. Until he wake up again."

His eyes gleamed crimson in the torchlight. Maddened.

"And when he awakens…We will witness true power. We will inherit the divinity.

We will rule this world for eternity .We will achieve immortality…"

Then the laughter came .Maniacal and Endless.

"HAHAHAHAHA….....!HAHAHAHAHAHA…...!"

The cloaked figures bowed lower. Their eyes closed. Their chants began to rise, low and rhythmic, echoing off the cave's ancient bones.

The leader's voice boomed once more:

"We are the Cult.

The Cult of the Primordials."

Scene: Sky Palace – Interior, Office Chamber

Far above, in the capital bathed in moonlight—inside the shimmering Sky Palace—the air was different.Tense and Electric.

Valderya , the new chief of special forces division and very close to The dragon god. paced silently through her private chamber. The moonlight filtering through the crystal glass seemed dimmer tonight. Her elegant robes fluttered with every stride—but her face… was drenched in worry

Sweat trickled down her temple. Her breathing shallow. Her hands twitching with suppressed magic.

Valderya slumped into the velvet-lined chair, arms resting heavily on her desk piled with ancient parchments and crystal-sealed orders.

She closed her eyes, exhaling slowly.

"What exactly is happening right now here…?"

Her thoughts churned like a storm. For the first time in centuries, she felt it—real pressure. A weight in her chest that no dragon armor could protect her from.

"There's too much. Too many works to handle, too many paperworks..."

She glanced around the empty room.

"And What the hell, where did the Varynesia gone now…, always left her burden on me .....?"

Ah..ahhh...ahhhhhhhh she started to cried like a baby in despair.

Her jaw clenched, her wings twitching in agitation.

"That kid… That boy…"

She sat upright, tapping her fingers anxiously against the desk.

"He's become the next candidate. A candidate for the Emperor's Throne."

Even Though not officially he will declared as a king, but still in the absence of the dragon god , Maybe he was the one who will take major decision with high elders and upper ministers. But I should be careful as also prepared.

after All , he belongs to that Mysterious Ancient clan. "Dracarys…"

What did he told his name. Ahh.... Screamed in frustration. I again forgot.

"Ugh! Why do I keep forgetting—?!" What... What what what.

She slammed a palm on the desk, rattling ink bottles and documents.

Yeah. I remembered.

"It's Lioren. Lioren Roxxo… of House Dracarys."

And with it, a sharp wave of tension struck her again.She slumped back, sighing through gritted teeth.

How many works I already did and what works are still remaining.

Ahhh.... There too much , I can't remember all of that.

"I already dispatched the royal messengers to every single name on the list. Every ally. Every old ghost…"

"And now… now I've got to deal with her, too."Her voice dropped.

"Hiraki."

"The Child of Disaster."

Silence again.

Then, Valderya squared her shoulders, looked at the endless papers once more—and nodded to herself with quiet, burning resolve.

"You can do it, Valderya."

"You can do it."