First Stygian Diviner:Apocalypse



Lexie was aware of her lack of magical abilities, but Ciel's persistence was hard to resist. His big, blue eyes were charming, and had a way of convincing even the most stubborn of individuals, including Lexie.

Isiah, moved by Ciel's persuasion, created a warm outfit for him using his magic, to protect him from the bitter cold. With Eijar by his side, Ciel stepped outside and gazed at the sky with a fierce determination, mirroring Isiah's gaze. The whole region held its breath, waiting for the trio to embark on their journey.

Ciel cast a quick glance back towards the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of Lexie and ensure that she was following them. However, he was unable to confirm her presence, leaving him with a sense of uncertainty.

Isiah was aware that Afan would be vastly different from the place they currently inhabited. He anticipated the presence of a diverse setting, different from the likes of Delwias Island and Emperium. The difference in development between the two places was evident, and Isiah believed that the people of Afan would be even more advanced.

Isiah had observed how the people of Emperium seamlessly integrated science and magic into their daily lives, which only heightened his expectations for Afan. He imagined a place where technology and sorcery coexisted, creating a utopia of sorts. A place where the impossible was possible and where the limits of the imagination were pushed to their very brink.

Isiah couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of venturing into such a place. The unknown held a mysterious allure that was impossible to resist, and he was eager to discover what Afan had in store for them.

Isiah was aware that Ciel had been silent during that time, and he didn't want to intrude on his thoughts. He knew that by simply asking, he would open the door to further questioning about why Lexie was being left behind in such a vulnerable state. So, he decided to give Ciel some space and continued walking ahead of them.

Isiah summoned Jafar to take them to the transportation center in the woods. When Jafar arrived, Eijar quickly moved towards him and perched herself on Jafar's head. Eijar then began to speak to Jafar in the Gowarian language, expressing her concerns about their journey.

"He is leaving the girl behind," Eijar said. "I am not sure she will be safe with him in Afan. He wants to destroy everything around him, and of course, Ciel wouldn't be safe next to him."

Eijar's words were filled with caution and unease.

Jafar waited until Isiah had taken hold of Ciel before responding to Eijar. "You can't expect Master to bring her with him. He isn't doing all of this to form connections with people. He hates them for what they did to him. This is a natural reaction from him." Jafar's words were matter-of-fact, but held a hint of understanding in them as well.

Isiah's motivations and actions were complex and multi-layered, and none of them could intervene to change any single thing .

Before even Isiah was able to reach Ciel he heard a whisper , he recognised her immediately , it was her voice again .

" Isiah …Isiah " she was saying it with a sick voice .

Isiah had no explanation about why he was capable of hearing her voice but he just ignored her .

Isiah beckoned to Ciel, urging him to follow him. Ciel stood still, his gaze fixed on the door, a look of frustration on his face. The thought of leaving Lexie behind weighed heavily on him, but Isiah was insistent.

"Come on, we have to go. She's not coming with us. End of discussion," Isiah declared firmly.

Despite his reluctance, Ciel followed Isiah, but his thoughts were still with Lexie. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was not right about leaving her behind.

Suddenly, the sound of something hitting the ground echoed through the room. Ciel spun around immediately, his attention drawn to the source of the noise. But Isiah stood motionless, his gaze fixed ahead, as if he was anticipating what he would see. The whispers of her voice, calling out his name, echoed in his mind and he knew that she would be there, lying on the ground.

Despite this knowledge, he chose to keep it hidden from the others, not wanting to bring attention to her presence. Isiah could feel her presence, her body following them even as they prepared to depart. He knew that she was drawn to him, her fate intertwined with his own.

But despite this knowledge, Isiah remained steadfast, choosing to ignore the pull of her voice. He remained resolute, determined to see their journey through to the end, no matter what obstacles lay ahead. 

And though he could feel her presence, he chose to keep it hidden from the others, not wanting to bring any additional attention to their already troubled path.

Ciel raced towards the fallen figure with alarm, his heart pounding in his chest. He was shocked by the sight that greeted him, and his mind was filled with worry. Eijar was quick to follow behind, her own sense of concern evident in her movements.

Isiah leaned against Jafar, the steadfast Mantar that had become such a constant presence in their journey. He gazed at the scene before him with a mixture of frustration and resignation. "She had to show up now," he sighed. "If only she had waited just a few more seconds, we would have been long gone."

His words carried a hint of bitterness, as if he had been betrayed by the arrival of this mysterious figure. Yet despite his feelings, Isiah couldn't help but feel drawn to her, the whispers of her voice calling out to him still echoing in his mind.

Ciel frantically tried to rouse her, but to no avail. Despite her valiant efforts to reach them, she was simply too weak. The mere act of leaving her bed and making it to their location was an immense feat, one that had taken a great toll on her already fragile state. Ciel's heart ached with concern for the girl who had selflessly come to their aid.