Chapitre 184: CHAPTER 183: The gods.
The moment after I felt the presence of the gods, I was certain that they could also feel mine. This theory was eventually proven by the mass amount of hatred that suddenly seemed to appear out of nowhere.
At this point I wanted to turn around and fly away as soon as possible. If the gods destroyed the worlds one at a time, then maybe they wouldn't be done even after I died. I could take the humans with me and keep moving between these worlds. If I stayed here, then I would surely die. How could I ever be so arrogant that I would think that I could even lay an eye on the gods.
But then I thought of something. I was still alive. If these gods truly hated me like that, how could I still be alive? Why did they not kill me here and now?
Then I realised it. the gods were just powerful entities. They created the worlds and its laws. But by doing that they also had to obey the same rules. This was why they needed to use this apocalypse event to end a world. They had created a balance that they themselves could not escape. They could only bend their own rules a little. In a way, they were almost pitiful.
In the time that I was debating whether or not I should have fled the two angels had already charged forward.
Not wanting to slow them down I immediately followed them into the fight.
The battle was chaos. Blood roared in my ears as I nearly emptied my entire magic supply. Even if it was three against two, I could barely see this work out.
Well, you could hardly call it three against two. The way the gods worked was rather unusual. They acted a one or many. I had never seen something like this before. At one point they were indeed two entities, but a mere fragment of a second later they were many. An army of gods that nearly trampled us with sheer numbers.
But this was the thing. We did not have to fight until death. The angels just had to tire them out or distract them enough for me to enter their minds and seal them using their names.
They realised this as well and soon made me their primary target.
A sea of surreal forms neared me. They trampled over me like a heard of horses. The sharp forms of these masses cut through my scales like a sickle trough a field. Thousands came and then millions more followed.
If not for the two angels backing me up and continuously healing me, I should have died a hundred times over.
Suddenly the entity was pulled back by a chain made of the verry essence of time and space itself. I finally had the time to take a breath before I entered the minds of the gods.
It was empty. Completely black except for the two ever shifting forms of madness in front of me. They were so complex that it almost hurt to look at.
Unlike the previous times where I entered something's mind, I found that I was completely swallowed up as if my true body did not exist anymore. Tough I was still vaguely aware of it. My body probably passed out somewhere on the battlefield.
I made my way towards the two existences in front of me. they both knew what I wanted to do. How could they not? They had seen everything. How things came and how they went. Well… everything in the worlds they created at least. But I had stepped out of them and entered the void multiple times. Maybe his had loosened my connection to their worlds. Maybe they never were aware of my existence until now. But no one would be able to tell.
The thoughts of the gods echoed trough their entire minds. Chaos created infinite possibilities and order gave meaning to them. yet for some reason they seemed to believe that their fate was sealed, and so was mine.
I wanted to ask about it. why they stopped their attack, why they thought that they could not resist. But much like how I could read their thoughts so could they read mine.
The gods looked at me in response. Was it anger or despair? I could hardly tell. Whatever it was, the gods seemed to have lost themselves a long time ago.
Then like a lightning strike in a silent night they suddenly spoke in union. "Are you aware of the boundaries of these worlds, demon? Everything is but a void until we bring it to light. Yet there is something more out there, something beyond our grasp. And it has cursed us with freedom. Freedom to find answers and seek purpose. Yet all we could find was that there is none. That we are trapped by something greater than our selves. Its strings seep deep into our flesh and controls us like puppets. Trying to free ourselves is meaningless when our entire being is imprisoned. There is no where we can run. The strings will only seep deeper into our flesh. So, we won't destroy the strings. We will destroy the flesh to prevent the strings from digging deeper. We will free ourselves and everything along with us."
Their voices begun to stutter and glitch into each other. Making me unable to make out a word they were saying.
Then one of them seemed to snap out of it and stared directly at me. or rather behind me at some entity that I could not see.
"At first we did not believe that there was something more than just us." It spoke in a sad tone that was ever changing between voices. "But as time passed, we begun to question it more and more. If millions of creatures pray to us without ever knowing if we are real. Then who is to say that it was not the same for us? Where do we come from? Who created us? But the truth of the matter is we do have a creator. That 'thing' is real. And you know what? From its perspective we are nothing but a scripted play. Our believes thoughts hopes and dreams, are nothing but its plaything. And I bet it is still laughing at our twisted fates."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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