Kapitel 124: Dear Friend
Unknowing that a treacherous moon had risen on the horizon, everyone kept on with what they had been doing.
Axiolypito's long journey had been nothing to the outside world, as such, Superstes and her group was still moving in direction of Sir Solitar fortress, the man in question had left them in the dust a while ago.
'What could make him go in a hurry like this?' most of them wondered, minus the pyromaniac and alcoholic, their thoughts a mystery to none.
The swordsman was already at destination, his nagamaki resting on his shoulder as usual as he calmly walked in direction of the highest room of this old castle, the very same room he spent most of his time and trained with the heroine.
He pushed open the door, met with the sight of a nearly completely white man standing with his back to him.
Being in front of the window which usually flooded the room in light and allowed the reflective floor to do its beautiful work, he casted an enormous shadow over Solitar as he remained standing perfectly still for a moment.
However, he soon started having uncontrolled twitches all over his body, moving as if someone with poor skills was trying to puppeteer him.
It was limb each and every single of his muscles had a mind of their own and all wanted to do something totally opposite to one another.
It progressively died down until the twitches were barely noticeable as the man in question turned around.
"O'fiel" spoke Sir Solitar, he had consistently repeated that the members of his groups had lacked names, it was partly true but each had obviously chosen something to be referred under, their own names.
He disliked remembering them, he preferred to use their occupations or nothing at all, the more distance he put between himself and their memories, the best he felt every day.
However, he couldn't suppress the temptation of calling the seer of their group, perhaps hoping that the good old oracle had indeed suppressed the madness gnawing at him.
Nonetheless, he rose his blade, ready to bring it down.
Sir Solitar wasn't very optimistic and he was right to be, whatever responded to him wasn't anyone he knew.
"Solitar, my friend, my pal, where is the way to the cave? The cave? You know, that cave? That one?" the pale man trembled like a leaf in between two storms, as if the simple mention of the word 'cave', was enough to make him lose his mind.
"There are no caves here" sternly responded the swordsman, O'fiel's body seemed to retain memories, otherwise he wouldn't have come here first thing first.
As for why he wanted to go to that accursed place, Solitar could guess but still asked him.
"What even do you want from it?" the thing parading around O'fiel's body stopped in his shaking, as if his time had been frozen.
Their eyes met for the first time since Sir Solitar entered, instead of normal eyes, the white was dark and the eye was a bright and sickly yellow, which seemed to be melting.
Gritting his teeth, the oracle stared straight at Solitar, irritated by his meaningless questioning.
"Solitar, where is it?! I need more crystals! To summon lord Dramentia in the flesh!" it seemed like the crazed man actually expected Solitar to be swayed by the prospect of bringing some unfathomable horror into this world.
Instead of using words, he let his sword to the speaking and he slashed his old friend in half vertically, the two sides of his body slowly sliding in different directions before the man grabbed from sides of his head and forcefully held them together.
The blood that was flowing out from the mortal injury was almost mud-like and incredible pale, barely any hints of red to be seen amongst the whiteness.
It bubbled and moved as if it had a life of its own before crawling up O'fiel's leg and melding into his robes and body.
It appeared like the white robe and other clothing he was wearing weren't clothes at all but had actually naturally grown over his body, like a second skin.
Fusing his two halves together in an instant, the sealed zealot, as he was known in Roderst, raised his arms in the air, causing the ceiling and walls to be blown away by an unknown force, leaving only the reflective floor.
"Don't be a fool Solitar, Mov and its apostles are gods, the true gods I say! What could be so wrong about a god descending upon us?! We are nothing! The madness he will inflict upon us all is divine! A gift! A present! The greatest blessing we could ask for!" Sir Solitar heard him and understood his words but didn't really care for it, he was honestly just glad that his polished floor hadn't been destroyed as well.
The earlier doubts he felt had already been cast away, even if O'fiel had still been there, deep inside, he would have vanquished him but now, he could do it without even a tinge of sorrow, his friend was gone, replaced by this macabre, mad version of him.
"Behold, my mind powers have never been as strong as when I lost the little, fickle thing called sanity" he spoke softly as he joined both of his hands together, as if praying.
It wasn't necessary for him to pray, but it wasn't like he cared for it, in his eyes, what he was going to demonstrate was granted to him by his 'god' and as such, praying as he invoked it was only natural.
'Mmh' Solitar thought in his head as he found himself firmly encased in a block of stone, it had happened faster than he could blink.
When O'fiel had been sealed, Dramentia's flesh hadn't quite taken root enough, the oracle had been just as insane but weakened at the time, so Solitar wasn't firmly aware of how his mind powers had evolved due to the apostle.
Before, he only used it to make predictions, struggling with anything else but now, it seemed like he had completely abandoned his old calling as a seer.
Using the great power bestowed on his mind and his delusional insanity to mess with reality as he saw fit.
He believed that his 'divine' powers could do so and as such, it did happen.
His newfound strength did in fact come from his utter lack of rationality and sanity.
Still, reality was often much more crushing than dreams and the rock was sliced to pieces, revealing a completely unhurt, and thoroughly unimpressed Solitar.
"Try praying harder"
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