Requiem Of A Failed Hero



And Therut continued to fall into digression. The heretics plundered cities, now backed up by supernatural powers to back their claims. Powers that are not dust.

Humans, being able to perform feats that bend conceptual laws by casting spells. The heretics introduce this as dark magic and with it, they raked in many revolutionaries that have never been heard in the creation of the world of Therut.

One of the greatest feats was the prophecy that was released by a certain man called Hallan Lamar Jr. Because of the name he carried, the name of a popular heretic that wrote books of the presence of other worlds aside from this one and dared to question the reality that Therut offers, Hallan Lamar jnr was widely received by people, synagogues that used to worship archons were now turned into a place of the conference for his heretic teachings.

And when he prophesied about the disappearance of the dungeon that has claimed the lives of millions in Rigeria city, his fame skyrocketed. Some few weeks later according to what he had proposed, the veil was undone and just as he had spoken the dungeon was gone. Only the remnants of the ants were left, another that was left there was their mother.

No one knew what to call this phenomenon but because of this, a large number of the crowd began to fall in Hallan Lamar Jnr's favor. And he was on his way to being believed to be a savior, one that will save them from all these disasters. People were already turning their eyes away from the archons and turning their eyes toward these heretics and their powers.

Yes, the pontifices did not seem bothered, there was no word of complaint from them, no issuance of restriction or eradication policy. They were silent.

"They have been too silent." The blond-haired lady in a short skirt and light armor stood in front of the feminine statute in the hall of the church and gazed into it while clicking her tongues at intervals.

Even she had begun to doubt a lot of things after hearing that man once and now all that roamed her mind was, 'Why wouldn't they do something? Anything! Anything just to keep the faith of people burning.'

But her yearnings didn't mean anything was going to change.

She let out a deep sigh and turned away from the statue.

"Today, I should focus on what matters." She muttered to herself as she walked outside the church.

Heavily cladded knights and maidservants could be seen greeting her left and right. And she was humble enough to take her time in replying to them.

"Amber!" A flat and thick voice called out to her from her left.

"Cardinal Peterson!" Her voice was as elated as her expression as immediately she turned to the voice that called her.

The man who didn't look past his fifties but was a bit ragged looming due to his rough beard bowed his head slightly as he approached Amber Rose.

"Are you also part of their entourage."

"Ah, they say they can only feel safe when the empire's strongests are with them. The Emperor has pleaded with us to comply for the good of our world. I am more than honored to be doing this."

"Ah, those darn elves ehhh... I thought they said they were the pinnacle of strength in Therut. For the first time in thousands of years, they are leaving their land and they are so extra about it."

Amber chuckled as the man spoke. His way of speaking was so different even though he was a Cardinal.

"I am always delighted to see you smile. Things have been quite tough these days." He completed the latter half of his statement with a worrisome demeanor.

"Indeed, with the heretics rising... it looks like it is the end of the world very soon," Amber added.

"But I trust in our lady Aisen, she is the true savior." The man said kissing the pendant of his necklace which was a very tiny engraving like the statue that Amber was staring at inside the hall a minute ago.

"You still believe in her, huh," Amber asked, with her eyes scrutinizing him.

"Of course my dear. I know the world is baffled by the silence of the archons and the pontifices. But I know, that the day they shall speak, that day with a snap of their finger, all this will come to an end." The man said. He was an incomparable zealot despite his casual composure, sometimes Amber always forgets that.

Today was the day that the elves will move to the empire for a joint diplomatic meeting on how to go forward with things regarding the gates.

The elves who had been uninterested until now had suddenly had two level 10 gate emergence and had been able to take care of only one. Before the other could break out, they also cast a protective barrier using an artifact.

But they understood that this cannot last forever and so they called all the nations together– to discuss how to destroy all the gates once and for all. With the elves and the dwarves involved, things were looking like they would get better.

And thus powerful heroes such as Amber and several others had been allocated the task of escorting the elven elders safely to the Imperial palace.

She finally got out of the church premises and entered the car that was to carry her to where she would join the elves.

Twenty minutes into her journey, the sky suddenly began to turn dark. It was as though a tremendous rainfall was about to be unleashed but there was nothing like strong wind torrents or drizzlings. It was just the dark clouds that spread across the entire world of Therut, regardless of where they were they all could see it.

Someone at a high tower, a lithe man with a thin beard that ran through his jawline raised his hands with a wide smile on his face.

"Finally! Finally! The lord is about to begin his purging. Today my people! Today is the day of revolution! Today is the day the truth shall prevail!!"

At the base of that tower was a sea of people screaming TRUTH SHALL PREVAIL!! TRUTH SHALL PREVAIL!! TRUTH SHALL PREVAIL!! Their numbers were in millions, they filled everywhere as if the colonies of ants from the entire world had gathered in one place.

And they prepared for a revolution.