I was brought into his presence again and I was blindfolded with a piece of silk scarf. The only vision available is homogenous shade of darkness, albeit I could still hear relatively clear.
It was on purpose.
I resisted, with every ounce of my strength, his attempt to teleport me, but I know it was futile if he truly wants me. I cannot retaliate against his will and like always, I am forever beneath himÂ… no matter how strong I became. And I was very strong.
Grace told me I was near the dark edifice; looming at the apex of the fabled mountain - a desecrated temple of a forgotten god. Then she placed her hands over mine - her hands were chilly, yet benevolent; I recalled that it was this same touch that lifted me away from the horrifying, bottomless pit of death, where new monsters were conjured to assault me whenever I slain their predecessors. They were weak in quality, but massive in numbers. Even the fiercest of warrior will see their waning strength, with each additional blow beyond what their constitution could handle.
Grace was his other twin, doing exactly opposite of what her brother does. Her brother knew this fact very well - they shared the same source of power. Should she be destroyed by him, he would ease to exist as well.
The carriage driven by the nightmares came to a halt; I have arrived.
As the massive gate swung opened, a vehement aura of fear and destruction was felt immediately. It felt like a numbing sense of death trying to engulf me; but I was so used to its effect that I knew it was some high level illusionary spell in operation.
GraceÂ’s hands never left me; she led me forward. Albeit I cannot see, I have faith in her direction.
The scarf was undone when I was brought into the audience chamber. It was the usual practice of how I will be brought here and that hasnÂ’t changed any bit.
Then I felt a hostile surge of psychic energy, trying to penetrate my mind. Instantaneously, I erected a psychic shield and when the hostile energy crashed into my protection, the pain was tremendous – I could have imagine how it would have been if it caught me without the shield, probably a fate worse than death.
‘WHY ARE YOU RESISTING ME TIME AND AGAIN?’
‘I… will… never bow to… you…’
‘YOU KNOW THAT YOU CANNOT FIGHT ME. I EXIST IN EVERY CORNER OF YOUR LIFE! FIGHTING ME IS FUTILE!’
‘Still… I will not give up without a fight…’
The intensity of the oncoming energy grew; I barely had the power to stop it from forcing its entry.
Then I was blacked out.
The next thing I knew consciously is when I saw myself in GraceÂ’s embrace.
Grace has never failed me.
I was so drained and debilitated from the psychic blast that I was lying there like a defeated soldier, awaiting death. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him, silhouetting in the moonlight, sitting proudly at his grand throne. A quick lighting flashed for a second behind him and for the first time, I caught his face.
He has no face – he was featureless.
Grace was right; he took features from any circumstances that he deemed fit. How can anyone have a face when he can have a face of anything? Anything is as good as nothing.
‘WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS PROTECTING THAT WORTHLESS PIECE OF SH|T?
‘I protect anyone you tried to harm.’
‘YOU CANNOT PROTECT ALL… IN FACT YOU HAVE FAILED TO PROTECT SOME! LOOK AT THOSE! THEY WERE CONSUMED BY MY DARK POWERS! LOOK AT THEM NOW! THEY ARE LOVING THE SELF DESTRUCTION! HAHAHA!
‘Likewise, there are some you have failed to destroy and in fact, they are getting more powerful.’
‘WHAT RUBBISH? WHAT POWERS THEY POSSESS COULD DEFEAT ME? DO THEY EVEN KNOW WHO ARE THEY FACING? I AM THE LORD OF SUFFERING - KARMA’
‘I sense your overly interest in those who may have to power to challenge your throne. But these people are not interested in that - they may not be able to defeat you, but they will gain immunity to your accursed powers and that’s enough.’
‘AND YOU THINK THIS FOOL IS ONE OF THEM? HE CANNOT EVEN WITHSTAND 50% OF MY POWERS!’
‘You are such a bully; fancy pitting your immortal powers against that of an average mortal.’
‘IT DOESN’T MATTER, DOES IT? THE TRUTH IS THAT THEY ARE WEAK LIKE ANTS!
‘You may be almighty, but these mortals aren’t alone.’
‘AND YOU MEAN THE OLD DRUID - WISDOM? THE OLD MAN TRIED ALL HIS LIFE TO TEACH THESE MORTALS… BUT HOW MANY INCOMPETENT STUDENTS ARE THERE? MANY DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND THE BASIS OF MAGIC AND HE WANTS TO TEACH THEM TO OVERCOME ME? HOW INTERESTING’
Karma wriggled his fingers and a blast occurred at the west. Then a young, gorgeous lady appeared from where the blast was, probably conjured by his formidable, dark powers. She stood there motionlessly and staring fixedly at space, as if time and space has frozen in whichever world she came from.
‘HER NAME HGIS AND SHE IS A STUDENT OF WISDOM SINCE WHEN SHE WAS TWELVE. NOW SHE IS THIRTY SIX AND SHE IS STILL WEAK! WORST THAN HIM AND MUCH OLDER! I DON’T EVEN NEED TO SPARE THAT EXTRA ATTENTION TO RUIN HER; MY DEMONIC MINION COULD EASILY CUT HER DOWN WHEN THEY GOES ON PLUNDERING SPREE TO RAID HUMAN TOWNS. HAHAHA!’
Karma waved his hands and she vanished mysteriously, leaving behind a pall of smoke.
‘You are simply incorrigible.’
‘DO YOUR BEST SISTER. HE WON’T BE ABLE TO SURVIVE IT… I AM SURE…’
‘That’s what you think. With my intervention and the knowledge of the old druid, it will be suffice to ward you’
‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!’
- Chronicles of yunhaier, [Karma, Grace and Wisdom]
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