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Chapter 347: A Stroll With Gods
🕑 Added 2021-08-20 16:01:44 +0000 UTCALDIR
A sea of mist moved in the unconscious rhythm of earth and air, eddying around the base of the mountain and under the many-colored bridge that guarded Castle Indrath. Wide, white rivers streamed past further out, away from the tumultuous currents near the stone cliffs.
It was almost as if one could ride the wild river of clouds away from Castle Indrath and into the far reaches of Epheotus, where the politics and intrigue of war were a distant, meaningless shadow.
I’d carried the knowledge of Arthur Leywin’s survival for several days now, but the understanding of what to do with it eluded me. As a soldier, I owed it to my lord to inform him at once, and yet…
My fingers traced the story carved into the wall where I’d stopped to think. It told the tale of an ancient Indrath prince, and how he challenged Geolus, the living mountain. Hundreds of miles had been torn apart by the ferocity of their battle, but in the end, Arkanus Indrath cleaved Geolus nearly in two, and the mountain fell still.
In ages after, Akranus’s descendants built their home on the mountain’s back. As a sign of respect, they forbid the use of mana when ascending or descending Geolus, a tradition that lived on to the present era.
A wisp of earth mana trickled from the runes and along my outstretched fingers, imparting me with the stolid essence of ancient bedrock. My mind quieted as my spirit settled. This tale was a favorite of mine; it imparted the passiveness of rock and stone, allowing for more rational thought.
“I guessed that I might find you here, old friend,” Windsom's voice came from down the hall. “Is your mind still plagued with doubt?”
“No,” I answered, half turning to watch the dragon approach. He wore his uniform as always, which denoted his position as a servant of Lord Indrath. The midnight blue fabric was embroidered with gold thread at the cuffs, shoulders, and collar, and a rope of woven gold hung from his right shoulder to the middle button of his jacket. I had allowed myself more comfort, wearing a simple gray training robe bound with a silk cord.
His gaze settled on me with the weight of the night sky. “When we last spoke…”
He left the rest unsaid, but we both understood well enough. I had expressed concern that our actions had led to more Dicathian deaths than Agrona’s ever had or likely would, a moment of weakness I now regretted.
“I did not carry the burden of my actions lightly or well, but distance widens one’s perspective,” I answered.
Windsom glanced at the story wall. “Are these the words of Aldir, or of Geolus?”
“I am a warrior,” I answered simply. “My mind is full of tactics and battle, and at times requires calming.” Stepping back from the wall, I gestured down the hallway. “Walk with me? I am enjoying the castle this morning.”
Windsom nodded and fell into step beside me, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes straight ahead. “I’m glad you’ve accepted the necessity of what was done. At least your part is played, for the time being.”
We stepped aside as two armored guards marched past. They stopped to bow deeply before continuing on their patrol. “Is that why you were so quick to volunteer to lead the attack? To end your long-suffered role as guide to the lessers?”
Windsom straightened his uniform. “I will do as Lord Indrath commands, now and always. But the truth is, you had it easy, old friend. The lessers have become more tedious by the day. At least the boy, Arthur, was interesting. The rest are just fireflies.”
I couldn’t be sure if the dragon spoke out of ignorance, or if he was testing me with his suggestion that my task had somehow been “easy.” It was possible he was attempting to push me to anger so that I might reveal some hidden reservation. I let his words go by unanswered.
“Is the situation in Dicathen salvageable?” I asked.
“They have not accepted our version of events as readily as the asuras,” he answered, his tone accusatory. “Lessers are suspicious by nature, and they yearn for hope above all else, even if it means abandoning logic.”
I nodded solemnly as we turned a corner. On our right, a training room was open to the hallway, separated only by a series of columns carved into the shape of serpentine dragons. Four students practiced a coordinated series of movements and strikes, each in near-perfect unison with the others.
I stopped to watch for a moment. I’d witnessed a thousand—maybe even ten thousand—such displays in my life, but now I couldn’t help but see it as much more than the slow perfection of form, speed, and delivery that we taught our youth. With each practiced strike and block, they learned a blow intended to disarm or kill an opponent. If the asuras continued on their current path, these young warriors would have reason to use them soon.
“Taci looks strong,” Windsom remarked, his eyes on a tall young pantheon.
The boy’s head was cleanly shaved, as was the tradition among the fighting class of pantheons. His once nut-brown eyes—of which there were only two, a rarity among the pantheon—had darkened to beetle-black.
Taci, the only pantheon among them, was just into his teen years, but time spent training in the aether realm—a privilege, especially for those not of the Indrath Clan—had left him more intense and mature than his age would suggest.
It was clear watching him train that he was not in pursuit of physical or mental exercise. No, for Taci, this was about mastering the art of death. I could nearly see the image he held in his mind: an enemy breaking under each punch and kick, an army falling before him.
I understood what he felt, because I was very similar once, a long time ago.
The young warriors finished their form and stopped to give Windsom and me a deep bow. While the others began paring up to continue their training, Taci ran up to us and bowed again.
“Master Windsom. Master Aldir. Please accept my gratitude again for allowing me to train within Castle Indrath,” he said in a crisp, serious tone.
“Kordri has seen great promise in you,” Windsom answered. “See that you live up to it, Taci.”
The fierce young Pantheon bowed yet again and ran back to his training partner.
“If he continues as he has been these last several years, he could be the next wielder of the World Eater technique,” Windsom commented.
“I was over two hundred years old before I was chosen,” I pointed out. “If he were chosen, it would not be for many years yet.”
Inside though, I couldn’t help but wonder: When the elders inevitably asked me to pass on the technique to another warrior, would I do it? Could I give this burden to another member of my clan, knowing they may one day be forced to use it?
Leaving Taci and the others behind, we continued on our slow circuit of the castle interior. We walked in comfortable silence for a minute before Windsom spoke again.
“Why do you think he chose to use it this time? Even with the”—Windsom glanced around the hall, making sure we were alone—“djinn, Lord Indrath never considered its use.”
“Your ears are closer to the mouth of our lord than mine,” I pointed out. “But I see no reason we would have needed it. The djinn were pacifists. They had no army and little combat magic. That was a culling, not a war.”
“It was a war,” he countered, watching me from the corner of his eye. “We simply struck preemptively.”
There were few, even among the asuras, who truly understood what had happened to the djinn. Most asuras never looked beyond Epheotus, and cared nothing for the lessers. Those who did were told a very convincing lie. Those who saw through the lie and cared were dealt with.
“Our lord did what he thought needed to be done, both then and now,” I hedged.
Windsom chuckled. “And you say you have no mind for politics. You’re as careful with your words as any courtier.”
“There is no need for caution when words are shared between old friends, is there?” I asked, stopping to ponder a tapestry that hung from floor to ceiling. “Take this image, for example.”
The tapestry portrayed a young Kezzess Indrath at council with his best friend, Mordain, a member of the phoenix race. A golden plaque beneath it was engraved with the title: “Let Rest.”
“Even after the formation of the Great Eight, the dragons and the phoenix race carried their ancient animosity openly, but Kezzess and Mordain spoke truly with one another, each opening the other’s eyes to the atrocities of their endless warring.”
Windsom had stopped beside me and was running his fingers along his chin thoughtfully. “And in this comparison, which am I?”
I frowned at the tapestry. “I did not mean to imply—”
“Because, of course,” Windsom said casually, “Mordain was later at odds with our lord on the issue of the djinn, was he not? As prince of the Asclepius Clan, he threatened to reveal Lord Indrath’s actions before disappearing from Epheotus.”
Of those few who knew about the extermination of the djinn, even fewer knew that Mordain and Kezzess had fallen out. Their argument was kept secret so that no asura might ever grow suspicious that Lord Indrath played a role in Mordain’s disappearance. The rumor was later circulated that the Lost Prince, as people began to call him, left Epheotus to join Agrona.
It was a near-perfect parable, if I had wanted to communicate any such thing to Windsom. But I did not.
“It was happenstance alone that brought us to this tapestry, old friend, and my mind was not on the wider story between these two.” I rested a hand on Windsom’s shoulder. “I am not Mordain, and you are not Indrath.”
“Of course not,” Windsom said in answer, turning away to begin walking again. “You asked me about the situation in Dicathen, but my answer was flippant. The truth is that they have no great leaders or mages among them anymore. Unless I am wrong, it will come to war with the Vritra Clan and their mutts.”
We turned down a short corridor and stepped out onto an open terrace overlooking the many-colored bridge. A steady breeze buffeted the castle walls. “That is my fear as well.”
“It is a shame,” Windsom continued. “So much work, wasted…but then, I always thought giving them those artifacts was a bad idea.”
And yet. you delivered them and taught the lessers to wield their power, I thought, but kept this to myself.
“The Dicathians grew lazy,” he went on, heedless. “With a white core mage soulbound to protect them, the royal families never needed to defend themselves, and their magical strength faltered. As for the mages who benefited from the artifacts…” Windsom scoffed irritably. “They never learned to be strong. They became strong. It is not the same.”
A sky swimmer soared out of the clouds, its iridescent scales glittering in the sunlight. The long, fishlike body was supported by triangular wings that folded and unfolded to catch the updrafts. I watched as the mana beast glided along the top of the clouds for a moment before tucking the wings to its sides and plunging invisibly back into the depths.
Windsom’s eyes stayed on me, careless of the wildlife.
“Would you visit Lord Indrath with me?” I asked, finally coming to a decision regarding the Leywin boy.
I could not be certain if it was unnerving or comforting that Windsom showed no surprise at my question, answering only, “Of course, Aldir.”
We did not make for the throne room. Instead, we headed deeper into the castle. The carved, story-filled halls gave way to natural tunnels as we went down. Luminescent moss filled the crags and hung in patches from the roof, and in several places. natural springs sent rivulets of clear water trickling down the sides of the tunnels.
There were no carvings down here, no tapestries or paintings. These tunnels, the veins of the mountain, had been left untouched for a dozen generations of asura.
Earth mana was heavy in the air, and only grew heavier as we proceeded downward. It clung to us as we moved, like mud sticking to our boots. Weaker asura would find these passages uncomfortable to navigate as the mana weighed them down, and lessers would quickly crumble under the force of it.
We passed several guards in the form of conjured earth golems, but they did not bother us. Above, in a more comfortable guard chamber, the dragons controlling them recognized us and let us pass.
The tunnel ended in a collapsed wall. Broken stone woven through with thick roots barred the way. Or appeared to, at least.
I stepped through the illusion first.
And I stepped out into a small cave. A thick carpet of moss-covered the floor, while jewels shone like stars in the ceiling, reflecting the light from the glowing pool that took up most of the cave.
Lord Indrath sat unmoving at the center of the pool, his hands resting palm up on his knees, his eyes closed. He had not changed during my entire life. His cream-colored hair clung wetly to his head, while his unintimidating form dripped with condensation from the pool.
Windsom and I stood to the side and waited.
Lord Indrath enjoyed expressing his displeasure in subtle ways. For example, he was well known for leaving his counselors out of meetings when he was displeased with them, or asking envoys from the other clans to wait for days–or even weeks–if he disagreed with the clan’s lord.
After several hours, Lord Indrath finally stirred. The blue glow reflected off his purple eyes, giving them an unnatural indigo color. The simple change to his visage transformed his face, and I had to resist the urge to step back.
Standing, the Lord of Dragons stepped out of the pool and waved his hand, summoning a white robe.
“Windsom, Aldir. Thank you for waiting.”
We each bowed, staying bent until Lord Indrath spoke again.
“You’ve had something on your mind, Aldir,” he said easily, shifting so that his hands were clasped behind his back. He smiled softly, but his eyes were hard and sharp as obsidian. “You’ve come to tell me what that is.”
“I have, my lord,” I answered, opening my lower two eyes to meet his, which was an expected sign of respect. “I have news that could affect our course in the war.”
I could feel Windsom’s gaze burning into the side of my head, but I kept my eyes on our lord. He was contemplative for a moment, then gave another wave of his hand.
The cave disappeared from around us. Instead, we were standing in a regally appointed solar: one of Lord Indrath’s private rooms. “Sit,” he commanded simply.
Sinking down into the thick cushion of a royal-purple armchair, I laid my arms awkwardly on the rests. Lord Indrath took the seat across from me, while Windsom was placed to the side, more a witness to than participant in the conversation.
So as not to stare, I let my gaze settle just over Lord Indrath’s shoulder, focusing on the wall of climbing gold and silver vines behind him. Purple flowers bloomed inconsistently over the vines. Very rarely, a tiny sapphire-blue fruit grew as well.
Lord Indrath nodded his head, indicating that I should begin.
“An envoy of the enemy came to me, seeking to take advantage of some perceived weakness and turn me against my lord,” I said clearly. “To this end, she brought me this piece of information, although the mere fact she thought it might sway my loyalty says more about her than it does of me, I believe.”
The two dragons waited for me to continue.
“According to the Alacryan Scythe, Seris Vritra, Arthur Leywin is still alive,” I announced formally. “He is currently in Alacrya, and he has developed some new power. I believe he witnessed my use of the World Eater technique against the elven homeland.”
There was no twitch of his eyelid or straightening of his back, no hitch in his breathing to tell me my lord was surprised. But there was a faint ripple in his aura, and that was enough: he had not known.
“Then Lady Sylvie may yet—”
Lord Indrath held up a hand to silence Windsom. “We must ascertain both the human’s strength and his attitude. He may still be a useful tool against Agrona and this…Legacy.”
“And if he is no longer willing to work alongside the asura, my lord?” I asked.
My lord’s gaze held true, his tone impassive. “Then he will die.”
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Comments
damnnn!
LiveMe
the history of the epheotus is really interesting, looking forward to how TM describes it. the bridge and the mountains makes me wonder how similar epheotus and its society is with the other two continents. hope there r more epheotus chapters soon.
LiveMe
wait... a phoenix race? well now now, my fic also had a phoenix race, the clan name is different tho lmao. looks like i guessed another part of tbate chapter before it was released. this was a smaller part tho...
Demian Buckle
Thank you for the Chapter.
"I dont think you understand the power of death. Death can push you beyond your emotional limits, put you in a fit of rage so great, as to make the gods fear you." i can kind see Arthur saying something like that when Indrath start explaining that the death of the Elven land was necessary
Didn’t even think of that but it’s so obvious
Taci will have a pivotal role in the future and also Arthur will kick Indrath's ass
I don't think he (the author) would do something that cheap. So far he has subverted a lot of expectations. This work has a lot more depth than the depth u'd expect from a light novel - and I read quite a few of them.
hikaru
snitches get stiches guys dont forget
to be honest indrath is a heartless jerk
Nandan
Meh, Aldir's a soldier, loyal to his Lord as he's always been, despite his recent misgivings. Scythe Seris's predictions were spot on.
Can't believe aldir's a snitch
R.Ed
In the third and fourth paragraph (from the top), there's Arkanus then Akranus?
FOXY_THE_FOX
Just put on some plot armor, 500 chapters later he may even controll time, and make it so no one died, they already implemented reincarnation, why should it stop them from reviving people from that world as well, dead is dead, this world or that world, but the plot armor has to be put on in a really complex way, or it just turns into steriotypical isekai with 50 girls, and at this point its not something we want, i just hope this story goes on for a few thousands chapters, main character is already immortal his weapon and bond are immortal as well, so the story can go on foreven in that matter, also its set in a fantasy world, and similar to sci fi with that anything goes as its not bound to laws of fysics, i think fantasy is more free though, so dont really see much ending for this one, as long as the writer is alive we have a great story, ... Also when are we gonna get regis merch? Really want derpy regis sticker and a nice plush, best character besides from Sylvie and Sylvia, but yah really need som regis merch
It's along the lines of his present MC shields. He was able to absorb something that was clearly able to "full party wipe" him and Regis, fairly easily (in TBATE terms of difficulty scaling). Now, he'll likely either get trained in it by Aldir, or he'll find an ass-backward back door to it through the destruction rune. OR he'll actually be taught it, and because his mastery over aether is greater at that time, it'll be more powerful than anything indrath could throw at him and they'll All be wiped. Really enjoying the story so far though.
I think the snow relictomb level with all the sentient ether tribes is supposed to parallel the overarching narrative of the story. The Spear Beaks are the Asuras, thinking themselves above and more intelligent, appearing friendly and helpful but with a somewhat disturbing detachment that you can't quite put your finger on, using Arthur and humans as a tool for their ends. So honestly idf as though the 'evil' turn is sudden at all. I think the 'evils' are Keress and Argona bcs they'll do anything and use anyone for their ultimate goal to rule the world - even then Argona was pushed to some extent to these lengths (wrongfully exommunicated by the Indrath), so I wouldn't be surprised if even Keress gets some backstory than nuances him in the end. Then, Alacryans and Scythes are much more complex and nuanced then even the two main antagonists. Similarly, the Asuras like Silvia and Aldir are clearly more complex than just evil and have/had their own doubts. That and they themselves are manipulated and lied to about what is rlly happening in Epheostus politics. Finally, I just think a recurring theme in this series - and one of the warnings of either Silvia or Elder Rinia (can't remember) - was that people do bad things for good reasons, that noone is pure evil, and that the story is always more complicated than we'd like it to be, never black and white. And honestly, TurtleMe has done a masterful job of delivering that message without the story going all over the place and getting rlly confusing. The goodies and baddies are introduced in stages, with hints and foreshadowing that they might not be what they seem to be. And then we get the other side of the story, or at least pieces, and it all starts coming together even as us readers start to doubt everyone we meet in the story, their true intentions and loyalties.
Troxking
Anyone else think Arthur will learn the World Eater technique?
Nico Carter
animated in 2050
Nico Carter
common misconception by indrath. arthur will not be the one dying
I feel like.aurthr will.get a serious power boost during this ascent due to it seeming he's going to be caught soon anyone else agree?
If this is ever animated, this last line should be the last thing we hear, no credits, no songs, only "then he will die"..... In the most unemotional voice you can find.
Jon Chefitz
That's a really interesting theory, I am not sure what the likelihood of it is, but I would love for it to be true.
Axel Karlsson
Could Mordain have a connection to the Gladers? I mean Phoenix Wyrms are not of the Phoenix clan much more than wyrvens are of the Dragon clan (they are of a lesser Phoenix species), but the Gladers still got 5 of their cores (they are said to be almost as rare as the dragons in Dicathen) and they won’t tell people where they got them only that they have had them for generations, i mean it would be easy to just say that they killed them
Jon Chefitz
Hahahah that would be straight comedy
Caleb Mandrake
The name Grey will trigger past memories for Nico but unlikely for Cecilia as Argona is messing with her memories including what Grey meant to her or did for her. But Art is gone at least his appearance so if Art/Grey can compose himself he could play it that he is just an Alacryan with the name Grey. A coincidence. Nico might need to do sly maneuvers so Cecilia does not catch on and regain her true memories. If Nico tells Argona they have to deal with Grey without compromising Cecilia as she could be a real power in this world. There is lots of room for good and bad scenarios. TurtleMe fixed this up nicely
Petiotion fora zone in the relictombs to have a sexy demoness as Regis wanted.
Ezekiel2517
Really excellent point Caleb! I’ve been wondering about how Grey is going to pull together the key leaders from each continent to bring the battle for humanity to a successful conclusion. His peers in Alacrya will have to be convinced to pivot when they find out his true background and his goals. I think they will rally but what world does Seris who has lived life at the height of power for the Vritra really want?
Bernardo De Cabrio
I just had this strange thought: When Arthur gets back to the second level of the Relictombs after his ascend, what are the chances that he runs into Nico and Cecilia on their way to the High Halls. Because no matter how often I think about it, if they get to the High Halls and get told the name of the ascender of the recent trial, Arthur is in for some serious trouble. Nico will no doubt tell Agrona which will create the ultimate "Now you are f'd" moment where now both of his enemies know he is alive completely negating his advantage of being able to move freely without them knowing.
I’ve thought about it but they did highly suggest he would be dead but then again we know that it’s pretty much a cult over there and yet seris doesn’t follow that mentality so there must be a third party at play and if that is the case who better than Mordain
Caleb Mandrake
I like to point out that Seris has plans for Arthur/Grey and has saved him but to say that She is on Arthur/Grey side is presumptuous. Seris can have her own agenda to put her into the prime position of power. It is the same with Caera. Will she help Grey if he intends to fight the Vitra and Alacryans? Frankly Seris, Caera, Alaric or Darrin are in a similar position with the Highblood Denior they want something from Grey but for them to support him in the fight against Alacrya they would need details of his plan and agree. They want changes to Alacrya but the consensus will be in the details Seris could easily fight Grey should his actions be a detriment to hers for sure I have no doubt. It is very Game of Thrones like in the fact that many factions are vying for power or control
Caleb Mandrake
I was thinking of this last chapter. Silvie an Asura half Dragon and Basilisk.... they cant enter the Tombs but it is clear they can as an egg. What if she evolves from an egg to a full Asura within the Tombs? Would it be possible? Or would the Tomb remove her completely or her evolution trigger a trap?
Jonathan Stolle
It might be a matter of holding the initiative and she thinks that if her side controls things to some degree, she will lessen the long term damage to the lessers, especially if she is working with some phoenixes. It might. I wonder if Alaric is related to Mordain (Maybe 5 generations removed?)
Jacob S
I am a little disappointed with Aldir, for a moment I had hoped he would keep his news of Arthur secret, at least for the time being. He had for a moment, felt sympathetic for Dicathen’s plight. When it comes down to it though, I’m more angry with Seris for telling him to begin with, as Aldir was bound to report to his master. Seris had claimed it was time for Arthur to make a move, however, he isn’t ready to do so. Arthur has enemies approaching from all sides now, with little time to spare, and 2 more relictombs to search after the one he’s presently in. I wonder how the asuras will reach out to him and how he will accordingly react to them. I’m afraid the story will be rushed to be finished.
Jason
A bit disappointing how obviously evil the Asuras have become. I mean we began with some almost justified condescension and now they’re basically a race with one solution... genocide. It would be nice to get some nuance, maybe an Indrath interlude that gives us some insight into a possible bigger picture or just anything that indicates any depth at all. At this point not only are the Vritra looking like an almost lesser evil but it just seems like the world would be better off without the lot of them. I’m fine as things are, this story isn’t really carried by the antagonist(s) for me but I do believe the work would benefit from some more insight into a group that was introduced as a much less malevolent force in the narrative.
Friendly consumer
Big Brain, what if Grey uses the abundance of ather in the black obelisk to 'revive' sylvie, since there's enough to refill his core several times over that it could easily break through the next layer. ;)
Ezra
I think that the mention that lessers wouldn’t be able to walk through their halls because of the weight of the mana while Asuras can is a nod to Athur eventually doing so.
It's actually insane that lord indrath is the king of the dragons and all asurans but he can't even tell the difference between a weak peasant and the MC. That's crazy
Jon Chefitz
Its gonna be wild
Jon Chefitz
I think this is a really cool theory
Mandalomaster
He is a Wyvern
DGmG
finally caught up again after 2 month of not beeing able to read, its jsut as good as i remember
Could mordain be Synthia goodsky's owl?
Remember when Seris said that arthur was a welcome wild card in her plans. If thats the case doesnt it mean that she may work with Mordain in secret.
Mandalomaster
No, he is a former ascender, asuras can't enter the Relictombs. Nice try but don't be so definitive when you have just a supposition (which is wrong btw)
Ezekiel2517
You have to wonder, Grey rising from the ashes as it were into his new body. Mordain supposedly works for Agrona so that could be part of this. I would imagine a Pheonix Asura's powers to be that much more than a Pheonix Wyrm's.
Jason
Could Seris have some relation to Mordain? Is this why she has different ideas from the rest of the Vritra? Or is there something more? Either way this may not have been the chapter I had wanted, but it was the chapter that I needed. Great job!
VIRTUSxix
Not 100% at fault but he does hold the lions share of the blame yes. Agrona still made the choice to go to war and slaughter innocents and manipulate humanity in experiments but kezzess definitely initiated a lot of super evil shit
I swear to god, isnt Kezess the one at fault for everything in this story...
TBATE Account1
I can’t wait till they try. Imagine the look of shock as Arthur overpowers whoever they send.
VIRTUSxix
Can’t wait to see kezzess slumped. Lol
MORDRAIN IS ALARIC
Cant wait till Arthur kills all these so called gods
The moment Arthur kills his first Asura everyone will go crazy
carson
I don't think Mordrain would've sided with Agrona considering he took issue with the Djinn's extinction I doubt he'd support looting their graves. What's more likely to me is that he's disguised himself, as Windsom once did, and hid somewhere in the lesser realm. It's also possible he's responsible for Arthur's existence as Phoenix's are associated with rebirth.
Meer
nice chapter
i think sylvie wil betray arthur
Greg lmao
Mandalomaster
So the phoenix prince might be on the side of Agrona and Agrona is playing with the resurrection, do you think there's a link ?
AntiMatterDynamite
i knew we'd get a non-arthur POV this week.... but its actually a well overdue one
Turtleme is a god damn master with his cliffhangers. He drops a bombshell on you, switches the context, only to hit you with something else just as juicy. Well done sir.
Bastian Cole
On today's episode of "Keeping up with the Asuras" whilst Arthur is hanging onto an aether obelisk
T_Don
They’re really not very smart are they. Don’t make an enemy of one whose power you have no clue works. But I guess they’ve long since grown arrogant and think themselves invincible. I would like to see Arthur grow strong enough to just waltz into their base and rampage everyone there and then leave. Then go to Agrona’s camp and do the same
My god am i hyped to see what happens Next! Thanks for the chapter turtle!!!
Jackson Vitorovich
It would be cool if Arthur teams up with the Phoenix clan to take down Indrath
"Then he will die" ha. More like "Then we will die" lmao. Although I wanted to see what's going on with Arthur, this is good too.
We are all addicts
Soundd Wavess
Snitches get stitches
Not knowing how many years it will take for this Novel to be finished... killing me :D I guess I'm an addict now - ___ -
Jon Chefitz
I agree but it would be sick for Arthur to gain a new ally in the form of a phoenix Asura
Jon Chefitz
God damn this chapter was amazing, while I was upset we didn't get the Arthur Pov, this chapter was still so good. I love seeing these Aldir chapters each one of them has been amazing. I can't wait for next week, I also really hope we get to 4000 soon. Thanks again for the chapter Turtle, and see everyone next week!
last chapters cliffhanger damn was hoping for some part of it this week but ig ima have to wait another week for it
Ezekiel2517
All I can say is bring it on Kezzess. Time for the Basher from Ashber to start settling the score a bit. Seris, Sylvie and Grey are about to get medieval on some Asura ass, regardless of faction.
Anrike
Someone is going to die.
Varday Jacobs
Indrath vs the lost prince ? Arthur getting trained by the Phoenix clan ? All I need is Arthur to return home and sylvie to come back
So the new power is that great that we need to have two Asuras sides as our enemies. Good. I'd love to see Art crushing them and making Sylvie the queen of Asuras
Nile Sadler
Incredible as always
Austin Miller
Thanks Turtle!
David
Arthur is going to have a new enemy before long. I hope whatever he acquires in the Relictombs is able to withstand both sides. Aldir’s hesitance on informing Indrath will become greater down the line I imagine, given his stance on the handling of the djinn. The plot thickens. :)
ExtraSwivy
DAMN THIS CLIFF HANGER, still hype tho
OH COME ON. TELL ME, WHAT ARTHUR AND REGIS DISCOVERED. I swear cliffhangers should be illegal
First place homie
Yes…
