《Netherwyrm god》37- Secret meeting
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Devinn was not surprised to see Alwyn being back so soon. He could only imagine how long it had taken him between his departure and almost instantaneous return.
Devinn said as he looked at the sword in Alwyn’s hand: “I see that you succeeded.” He continued: “Can I see it?” He ignored Alwyn’s human body and asked for the sword.
“Sure.” Said Alwyn as he handed the sword to Devinn.
Devinn’s third eye flashed as he touched the sword.
He scoured it with his soul sense and said: “Interesting. Now I understand why I could not see the future clearly and could only see a faint outline of you coming back. It’s because of this unfathomable new power source that you acquired. What’s it called?”
“Origin energy. If you want it I can help you gain it.” Alwyn offered.
“Arcane energy is too violent and overbearing, there is no way they can coexist in the same body. Forget about it. I’ll just keep the sword for a while. My soul needs to level up. This arcane energy keeps increasing in quantity and leveling up in quality on its own. My soul needs to catch up so I can find the reason why.” Devinn said before he teleported away sword in hand.
Seeing Devinn disappear with his sword, Devinn thought: “Well, suit yourself...I wonder what you would think if you knew that Aragil has reached this reality......”
A smile then appeared on Alwyn as he teleported away.
Runa was silently looking at the starry sky from a window when two hands appeared behind her and embraced her waist.
She knew it was her husband but as she went to hold the hands she found that they were weird.
Human?
She slowly turned around and her lips were greeted by a long kiss and for a long time, her eyes could not believe what she was seeing.
Her husband had turned human.
“I feel like It has been an eternity since I last saw you.” Alwyn said. He had truly spent an eternity without seeing her.
“What happened to your body? Have you finally lost that Netherwyrm bloodline?” Runa Asked.
“Yes. And soon, I will help you lose that violet complexion for good as well.” Alwyn promised.
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“Your children and grandchildren might not accept to lose their variant bloodlines so easily.” Runa said.
“I know, but I have something even better to offer them. They will even beg me.” Alwyn said.
It was possible for origin energy to push away or cleanse one’s bloodline if it was still in its infancy.
A bloodline in its infancy was a bloodline that had yet to completely modify the host or touch the soul like the previous Netherwyrm bloodline had done.
The human Alwyn had even managed to cleanse himself of the elemental bloodline through the origin energy fused within his body. Such a thing was only possible when one was an origin god.
He wanted his immediate family to start training with origin energy as him and the netherwyrm sword could produce it and harvest it as well.
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“Are you sure about this?” Kron asked Alwyn.
“Yes.” Alwyn answered.
“We are not that dangerous. What would be the point of eradicating us? Time travelers...right...That Aragil should be a time traveler as well if he stole your body in that other reality....nothing makes sense...what is his goal in doing all of this?...” Kron said.
“He still wants to cure himself of his problematic mind and soul. Have you all forgotten that it keeps expanding and that he has no choice but to keep eating realities to erase them so his soul and mind have nowhere to expand to? If there is no clear limit to what he sees, he will just become an automaton that just sees all. He eats to maintain a balance and remain himself.” Devinn said.
Kron said:“If what you say is right then the time travelers who keep tampering with time are his nemesis. They keep creating alternate timelines and he keeps eating them without end. The poor fellow must be at his wit's end right now. No wonder he wants the elementals gone. The chance for a time traveler to appear among us is too great for him to ignore.”
“No one knows how many realities he ate or how strong he is, but we now know for sure that he found his way into our prime reality.” Devinn said. He continued: “If he is really here then we’re all fucked. Our visions of the future may be, with just a single thought of his, tampered with. Our thoughts may be monitored and influenced by him without us knowing about it. He did the same thing back then to trick all of us into believing we were our own masters when in fact we were just puppets for him to control as he wished. He might even be listening to this conversation.”
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It was a secret meeting between Alwyn, Devinn and Kron.
Aragil’s presence meant that their reality would soon be devoured.
“I’ve been monitoring all the realities we live in and they are all still there.” The Netherwyrm sword said. It was hovering in the room. Its soul was now strong enough to move around and battle.
Devinn shook his head: “Even the sword is stupid. I can guarantee you all that the realities you cannot see are already being erased as we speak. We may even be the last one.”
“How come you're so confident?” Kron asked.
“Did you not hear me saying that everything we see might be fake? Alwyn also has a limit when it comes to the number of reality that he can see. What Alwyn assumes is a whole may just be the only remaining drop of water of an ocean.” Devinn calmly said.
“Are we just going to watch him to kill us along with our families?... ” Kron was almost experiencing a mental breakdown. For a man like him who was used to settle things with fists, to be given no choice but to sit and wait for death, it was a huge blow.
“Just face it Devinn, you hate it as well...Do not appear so calm right now.” Alwyn could stand the calm state Devinn was showing.
“Well, I hate to repeat myself but you do not see far enough nor try to envision a better plan rather than searching for it in the future.” Devinn stopped and said: “I have a plan. With this plan, the Elemental Church Everworld might be the last Eveworld to survive Aragil since he is impossible to kill for now.”
“How much time do you need?” Kron asked.
“That’s the only problem. We might never make it or we might manage to survive by a hair.” Devinn shrugged his shoulders.
“Your plan has something to do with your arcane energy. Am I wrong?” Alwyn asked.
“My arcane energy is weird and useful at the same time. Just like origin energy, it needs a strong soul to control it. Erling was lacking in that aspect which is why he was too scared to keep it. The only problem or good thing is that arcane energy increases both in quantity and in quality on its own. There is no need to cultivate it like origin energy or all kinds of power sources.” Devinn said.
“With time, you can become just as strong as Aragil is.” Kron said.
“No. I cannot catch up to him unless he wants me to. He is a time traveler as well. All he has to do is jump in time to create another timeline to eat and become even stronger. What I want to do is have the Netherwyrm sword send me back in time. As far as it can. I will slowly use the sword to upgrade my soul while waiting for the present and then restart the same thing. It will give the arcane energy enough time to increase itself on its own.”
“What are you aiming at?” Alwyn asked.
“Aragil must travel to the moment a reality is created to make it disappear. That is how he must do it. Him being here means that we all live in a reality, not The prime reality. There is a prime reality out there that even he cannot touch. We must bring everybody over there.” Devinn said.
“I thought this was the prime reality.” Kron said.
“If you want to take the chance that no time traveler created it in the past, suit yourselves.” Devinn moved to the sword which opened a rift. He said to Alwyn: “ As long as Aragil does nothing in the present, every second counts. I suggest that you make as many origin gods out of these elementals as soon as you can.” He entered the rift and disappeared only to reappear a second later to do the same thing.
Every time he reappeared he seemed to have changed and was constantly releasing a gray formless and translucent aura.
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