City of Silver

"Where was I? Why is that the first question it's asking me?" With a nonchalant expression, Klein asked a question in his mind.

"Didn't Arrodes come through the door of light with me? Therefore, it should naturally know that I was asleep battling Celestial Worthy. Is this truly the Arrodes from the past?" Klein thought as he continued to stare at the mirror.

He gazed at the mirror intently and said, "I was battling Celestial Worthy while I was asleep. What exactly happened?"

The silver, ancient mirror shook slightly as new words formed on the glass.

"I don't know. While you were asleep, your presence suddenly vanished!"

"What do you think could be the cause of this?"

Klein rubbed his forehead as he felt a sharp pain coming from inside of his body. Ignoring this feeling for a moment, he spoke again.

"I believe that in a last ditch effort to prevent me from taking the title of Lord of The Mysteries, 'He' turned back time."

"Unfortunately for 'Him' though, he most likely couldn't prevent me from keeping the Seer Beyonder characteristics, uniqueness and sefirah." Klein satisfactorily added in his head.

"Anyway, I have a question to ask you. Do any of the other deities know about this time reversal? Do any King of Angels know about this?" Without wasting any time, Klein asked.

"I'm sorry Great Master, but I do not know. I can tell you that your appearance here had minimal effects on the world."

"As expected, it cannot pry into the mysteries of King of Angels and above..."

"Also, minimal effects? So there were effects?" Klein couldn't help but frown as these words flashed in his head.

"Okay, that is all. Thank you." He said, a sharp pain still being felt throughout his body.

"I'm glad to be of your assistance again, Great Master! :)" A smiley face appeared on the mirror.

"Still the same, huh..." Klein thought as he made Arrodes disappear into the historical void.

In that instant, he felt as if were maggots squirming under his skin. Soon enough, transparent, dark blue maggots began to sprout from his face.

A dark, hooded robe draped over his body as countless slimy tentacles filled with maggots protruded out from the bottom of his robe. A grey fog pierced through the darkness as an ancient, blurry blue door appeared behind the mist.

Klein held his forehead as the tentacles grew out, covering the ruined landscape.

"Sigh...I'm already on the verge of losing control. I need to go to the City of Silver and Moon City fast to get my anchors..." Klein managed the pain as he planned on doing what he came to the Forsaken Land of the Gods for.

"I perhaps only have about an hour left before I fully lose control. I think I fully understand why Celestial Worthy turnt back time to this period. It was to make me lose control so 'He' can take over! Heh, this is if 'He' deliberately did so..."

"As for the two cities, I doubt they'd believe in me so easily, especially considering the True Creator's influence. I need to find some way to make them my anchors in about half an hour."

"Then for that fellow named Amon, 'He'd' leave the instant he senses me."

"If I'm not able to make the two cities as my anchors, then I'd have to pray to the Evernight Goddess and hope 'She' helps me."

Klein gave a slightly contorted smile.

"Now then, let's begin."

In an instant, the slimy, slippery tentacles disappeared—and so did the ever expanding grey fog.

...

City of Silver, in a cramped bedroom.

A young man who had yellowish-brown hair and soft facial features sat on his bed. His clothing style was different from that of the Northern Continent, his black tights and medieval-looking clothing expressing this.

He was reading a book that contained knowledge about the curse of the City of Silver, the dim candlelights faintly illuminating the pages of the book.

This young man was none other than Derrick Berg.

He closed the book to stop his eyes from reddening any further. He looked up and stared out the window, taking mental note of the fact that the lightning frequency had decreased drastically.

This meant that this was night in the City of Silver.

He sighed, muttering to himself, "Why...why do we have to kill our parents the moment we are born..."

He already knew the answer, yet he couldn't come to terms with it. He couldn't understand why this land had to be forsaken by God.

He casted his gaze toward the room door, knowing that his parents were just a few steps away.

Because he had to inevitably take their lives soon, he desired to be with them as much as possible. He wanted to make as much memories with them like he did before he was aware of the curse, no matter how much it hurt.

Wiping the water that was coming from his eyes, he stood up, preparing to head over to their room. He knew that they would be awake at this time.

"Ugh..." As Derrick got up, he groaned felt that something had suddenly invaded his room. He held his right arm in front of his face, as if he was blocking something.

This was because a blinding white light had invaded his room!

"Huh?" He quickly turned to the direction of the windows and saw something extremely peculiar outside.

There was a white light that shone throughout the entire city, fully illuminating the dark landscape and the ancient buildings! The grass could've been clearly seen, along with the streetlights that were overpowered by the light in the sky.

He squinted his eyes as he wasn't used to this much light entering his eyes. He couldn't believe his visual senses.

He saw a strange, blue blanket cover the horizon. White patches of sky that looked like smoke circled around the light.

In that moment, he saw something even more peculiar. All sorts of monsters that were in the land got strung up, as if someone was pulling them with a string. They quickly got 'pulled' toward the strange, white light, later getting absorbed by the light.

Derrick was speechless. With a completely shocked expression, all he could've done was ran to his parent's room to tell them what he saw.

When he opened the door, he saw that their room door was already open, but they weren't inside.

Not wasting any time, he quickly ran outside of the house to see his parents staring at the white light, along with all of the other City of Silver citizens.

"Praise God! 'He' has finally came back!" An elder dressed in a robe prostrated himself.

"Praise God! 'He' has come to free us from the curse!" Another citizen had shouted.

"It has been two thousand years, but God has finally came back!" A female citizen who had tears in her eyes expressed her gratitude.

"Praise God!"

"Praise God!"

"Praise God!"

Chants and shouts were made throughout the entire City of Silver, the sounds of each chant causing vibrations in the city center.

Derrick looked around in astonishment, his eyes slightly watering due to the sight. He even saw his friend, Darc Regence, hugging his parents as tears came down from his eyes.

He then saw his parents. His mother broke down on the cobblestone floor, crying, while his father rubbed her back with a gentle, almost warm expression. It reflected their feelings, the light in the sky, and the hope that finally extended out to each and every one of the City of Silver citizens.

With tears in his eyes, Derrick's father said with a soft, shaken voice, "Derrick, my son..."

"We can finally live normal lives. Together, as a family."

Derrick's vision blurred as he held his chest.

"Praise God!"

...

In a tower, not too far away from the city center.

A mature, elegant woman with silver hair and a medieval-looking purple dress was staring out of the window in disbelief. She was Elder Lovia, and she too couldn't believe her eyes.

She heard the chants and the shouts, she felt the prayers and the emotions. She kept staring at the sight that stirred up all sorts of emotions within her.

Then, a tall, well built man wearing an unsheathed sword on his back approached Lovia. He had silver hair, and a scar was cut across his face.

This was Demon Hunter Colin Iliad.

"Is it..." Lovia muttered as if she responded to Colin's entrance.

"There's no mistaking it." Colin said, his voice deep and his expression slightly showing that of surprise.

"After being forsaken for over two thousand years..."

...

On the outskirts of the City of Silver.

A man with a broad forehead wearing a mage's robe and pointed hat sat on a rock with one leg on the other, 'His' black hair swaying lightly in the wind.

This man looked at the bright light in the distance that illuminated the entirety of the forsaken land. It looked like the sun had descended upon the land—even the sky had its usual blueish color.

'He' adjusted his crystal monocle that was adorned on his right eye. Chuckling, he said with a soft voice:

"An error in time...how interesting."