“Mi..Miord, there were some minor mishaps,” Thiara stammered, struggling to stand straight as she regained her composure. She managed a strained smile, which looked more painful than reassuring. “I apologize for troubling you again.”
Despite her exalted status as an angel under Aurelion, Thiara, a proud and fearless individual, sought independence and self-reliance rather than always depending on her lord, unlike Orion. She was driven to grow stronger and advance along her own path. Repeatedly finding herself in troubling situations only intensified her self-reproach, leading her to wonder if the eccentric snake of mercury, with his dark heart masked by a boyish facade, had taken a particular interest in her.
Aurelion sighed, his gaze reflecting a mixture of concern and contemplation. With a wave of his hand, a table and two chairs materialized before them.
Thiara and Aurelion took their seats, her discomfort evident as she rubbed her temples, feeling the lingering effects of her ordeal. Though Aurelion had healed her, the trauma of having knowledge and information forced upon her left lingering aftereffects. It felt as if someone had crammed knowledge into her mind with a torturous precision, like a sharp object being twisted into her brain.
The scent of a soothing aroma jolted her from her distress.
“Drink this,” Aurelion said, offering a cup of steaming tea with a grassy, light fragrance. “It should help you regain your clarity.”
Without hesitation, Thiara took the cup and sipped. The dizziness in her head faded, and her spirit revitalized. Her mind cleared, and the remnants of her discomfort dissipated.
Staring in disbelief at the tea, she asked, “What’s the recipe, Milord?”
Aurelion’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Do you like it?” He had brewed the tea himself, imbuing it with a touch of his divine essence, which contributed to its remarkable efficacy.
“It’s the finest tea I’ve ever tasted,” Thiara replied earnestly, her gratitude evident.
“Then, pray to me, and I’ll share the recipe,” Aurelion said with a smile, though his demeanor grew serious as he continued, “But for now, let us address the matter at hand.”
Thiara nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “Yes, Milord,” she said solemnly. She touched her temple with her index finger, and a dim white light emanated from the contact.
The light intensified, extending from her temple and gently detaching. Thiara then moved her hand to the side of the table and let the wisp of light drift away, merging into the surrounding reality.
The world around them blurred and darkened, leaving Aurelion and Thiara seated at the table in a void of darkness. The darkness was soon pierced by a dim glow, revealing a scene of Thiara skimming through notes and sketches.
“This is my memory,” Thiara explained, rising from her seat and walking towards the scene. As a sage, she could effortlessly extract and project memories.
Aurelion followed, observing the reconstructed memory that matched reality almost perfectly, seen from Thiara’s subconscious perspective.
‘This bears a striking resemblance to the Pensieve from Harry Potter,’ Aurelion mused as he walked alongside Thiara.
“I was attempting to uncover some ancient secrets,” Thiara’s voice broke through his thoughts, her expression distressed as she pointed to the figure in the memory. “That’s when things began to unravel.”
Aurelion surveyed the scene as it shifted abruptly, revealing a blurry, partially-formed eye looming ominously behind Thiara. The eye lacked any discernible emotion or life, its presence cold and detached.
In the memory, a faint beam of light shot from the eye, striking Thiara who remained oblivious to the threat. The eye vanished, leaving Thiara to collapse, overwhelmed by the torrent of incomprehensible information pouring into her mind. The surrounding reality fractured and splintered, dissolving into a chaotic swirl of data.
Thiara’s distress deepened as she witnessed the scene unfold. Her curiosity about the eye was overshadowed by a fear that probing further might unleash something even more perilous.
“Enough of that, Thiara,” Aurelion’s voice resonated, soothing her troubled mind.
She halted her movements, then waved her hands, causing the fractured space to collapse like a shattered mirror. Moments later, they were back in their original reality, seated at the table.
“What was that eye, Milord?” Thiara asked, her voice tinged with urgency.
“That was the Divine Eyes of Sage,” Aurelion replied calmly, as though the incident had scarcely unsettled him.
“Divine Eyes of Sage?” Thiara’s eyes widened in shock. The realization that the eye was a manifestation of the divinty of knowledge confirmed her fears, of going mad if her lord haven't intervened.
“But it shouldn’t...” Thiara’s expression shifted to confusion. Her grasp of manifestations of divinity was limited, yet she understood it should not act independent manner unless influenced by an external force or if something was amiss.
“There is indeed an issue with the it,” Aurelion affirmed, as if reading her thoughts.
The eye was connected to the divine eyes, which was in an unusual state—neither fully alive nor completely inert, possessing a faint, lingering consciousness. Aurelion recognized that a bed sequnce of events and where it could lead them, though the situation remained somewhat salvageable.
Thiara’s emotions were in turmoil upon hearing Aurelion’s confirmation. As an angel of the hermit path, this development deeply affected her, and she could not always rely on her lord for salvation.
“You need not worry,” Aurelion reassured her, sensing her anxiety.
Encouraged by his words, Thiara steadied her resolve and began to strategize.
“Would you care to join me?” Aurelion asked abruptly, rising from his seat.
“Of course,” Thiara responded eagerly, her concerns momentarily set aside. She was excited by the prospect of accompanying her lord, knowing that their past ventures together had been fruitful.
“Take my hand,” Aurelion extended his hand to her, which she grasped immediately.
“Milord, where are we headed?” Thiara asked once she had calmed.
“We’re going to meet the renowned alchemist and then visit the Seeker of Origin,” Aurelion said with a smile, his eyes meeting hers. “They must answer for what has transpired here.” His tone was calm, but his resolve was evident.
Aurelion chuckled lightly, observing Thiara’s astonished and apprehensive reaction.
Their figures grew insubstantial and vanished from the tower, restoring the frozen reality to its original state under Aurelion’s command.
In a world where gods walks among the mortals, a young boy named Aryan is unexpectedly thrust into the divine realm, Following an untimely accident, he awakens not as the boy he once was, but as the Radiant Luminary—one of the most powerful being in the world, The Almighty Sun God- Aurelion Blaze.
As he grapples with his new existence, he uncovers a dangerous truth—gods are not the pinnacle of creation. An ancient race to ascend beyond even godhood has begun, with deities vying to steal each other’s authority.
Amid the chaos, alliances crumble, and a hidden war erupts, threatening to unravel the fabric of the universe. With powers far beyond his understanding and enemies on all sides, Orion must navigate this treacherous path, where even gods can fall. The war of Gods has begun.
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