Chapitre 10: Undercurrents
After Yvraine went to sleep in her warded space, Samiel retreated to his place and sat cross-legged as he went to mediate and devour some Souls he managed to capture. It was finally time for a second dinner.
This was an entirely different type of hunger, not the physical one, but rather weird primal hunger that originated from his very own being.
He finally had some time to eat some tasty souls, as he was already a bit salivating because this would be the first time he would be consuming human souls. Now his racial traits as partial Eldritch Creature were showing up a bit.
The first soul he took out belonged to the leader of the human knights who was pursuing the Yvraine. It was the strongest soul he had in his possession, so he decided it would also be the first one he would eat.
The man in question was Steel-Tier Knight, and even though he didn't awaken the Class, he still had a lot of combat skills and experiences in fights. This was something valuable to Samiel, as he never learned anything about weapon mastery and combat at all.
As a Necromancer, he always depended on his Undead to fight his battles for him, but now with him being Old Deus and having another Class, it would be utter foolishness not to utilize his own potential to its maximum.
Samiel was the man who believed that man should utilize every advantage to obtain superiority, and this situation was no different. Since he embarked on the path of power and supremacy, he always used any advantage he could to his maximum
[You ate the soul of the Steel-Tier Human Lionel.]
[Soul digestion complete.]
[Your skills proficiency in Swordsmanship has been increased to 10%]
[Your Level has been Increased.]
Not only did this soul increase his level by 1, reaching altogether Level 7, he even got Swordsmanship Skill, as he could see countless katas and stances and styles in his memories.
It was a rather surreal feeling when all those images and information were flooding into his mind. It was similar to watching a movie, speeded up x100 times at that, and repeating over and over and over again.
While he knew how to execute them, he lacked muscle memory, so from tomorrow, he would need to practice the sword every morning for a few hours. To counter it and to put at least a decent fight, he chose this option if he was ever brought into the corner during the fight.
"That was good... now I am full... better to go sleep, hopefully, she won't be waking up sooner than me; I want to have a proper sleep this time around."
Muttered Samiel, after he finished devouring the souls, and he decided to sleep, as he felt a bizarre feeling of tiredness.
And just like that, he went to his provisionally constructed bed as he laid down and closed his eyes. Finally returned to the realm of dreams, becoming the demiurge on his own this time.
***
Somewhere on the 98th Floor of the Tower.
The 98th Floor of the Tower was enormous, far, far bigger than the rest of the Floors of the Tower because it was one of the last "mortal" floors of the Tower. The entire colossal landmass, or landmasses as practically nobody knew how huge it was, was controlled by a single faction.
Hall of Kadath controlled this place for countless Eras, and while the other Floors changed their owners after years, be it centuries or millenias or even Eras. The 98th Floor firmly remained in the hands of the Hall of Kadath.
In the middle of the Floating Island, high above the ocean, there was an enormous temple-like structure made from white marble stone, decorated with gold and statues of the Eldritch creatures. Ironically though, what would one expect?
The place was giving the holy feeling of light and holiness.
Not something one would expect from the worshippers of the Outer Gods. But as the saying goes, the brightest light was always covering the darkest horrors. And that saying perfectly fitted the headquarters of the Hall of Kadath.
In the Throne Room of the Temple, an elderly man shoulder long white hair, piercing crimson eyes, and black horns over his head was sitting on the throne. He wore a black outfit with a red outline and had a sword to his right.
In absolute silence, he prayed to his God as if he was waiting for something to happen. He had his eyes closed as he was praying silently for several hours straight, without any pause or even movement.
'Menuhyutt, My Apostle is on the 1st Floor of the Tower. Find him and take him to the Kadath... he is someone very, very special with huge potential.'
Reality warped around the praying old man as thousands of eyes enveloped the entire hall in absolute darkness as only their crimson irises were the only source of illumination in the black.
This was the will of the Outer God manifesting itself in the Material Plane or rather the mortal world. Even though the old man was Hall Master of the Hall of Kadath for countless millennia already, this was only the third time something like this had happened.
'He is the blood of my blood, so it is expected... the Kadath should awake once more.'
Stated the freezing voice of the Azathoth as he returned back to his dream, as all eyes closed, while the old man Menuhyutt bowed deeply. Suddenly the Throne Room's atmosphere returned to normal, just as if nothing had happened.
"I will carry out your order, My God."
Said the old man, as everything returned back to normal.
Suddenly several people of various races and shapes, all clad in the same red outfit, signifying their rank of Cardinal of the Kadath Hall, appeared in the Throne Room. All of these people radiated strength and power, prestige and might; some were aloof, some were indifferent, and some were outright crazy about the entire situation.
Menuhyutt looked at them solemnly as he slowly said. He carefully observed the expressions of various Cardinals as if awaiting what would happen next, what would happen when they found out about the things that happened in the shadows.
"I have received orders from the Chaos Sultan, the Holy Son bearing the blood of the Blind Idiot God Azathoth has appeared."
As soon as he said that, absolute silence took over the Throne Room as nobody said a word. Everybody just took their seat behind the long table as they listened to his words.
Kadath Hall was one of the strongest mortal factions in the Tower, and outside the Tower, it was very reclusive. They didn't make public appearances and kept to themselves, rarely intervening with other things.
And for the past ten thousand years, it remained closed, not doing practically anything and just laying low. Now there was information that the Holy Son had appeared, and all the fanatical worshippers of the Azathoth had in mind was one thing.
The Great Cataclysm was coming.
The fact that Azathoth had an Apostle and, on top of that, someone who he gave his blood signified one thing. If he was not killed prematurely, whoever the person was would become a mighty Transcendent sooner or later.
"Who is the Holy Son?"
Asked one of the Cardinals with huge excitement as something interesting was finally happening. Most of these people were old, like very, very, very old, and even the youngest person who was over 500 years old was like a baby compared to others, at least when it came to age.
It was a huge man, with dragon scales all around his body, reptile eyes, long crimson hair, and a pale complexion. He was giving off the feel of a typical muscle head and battle maniac to anyone who could see him, but other Cardinals just mainly ignored the man.
"Samiel Zentaur, originally from a primitive world called Earth and a mortal who managed to form a connection to the Akashic Records by himself. Dual Class Bears with powerful Classes, and a ton of untapped potential."
Answered Menuhyutt slowly as all Cardinals held their breath. Forming a connection with the Akashic Records on your own, as Mortal, was exceedingly rare sometimes. Normally the connection is automatically formed upon achieving the Legendary Level.
Some heaven-defying one-in-era genius attempted to do it, but it never ended well for anyone.
Not to mention that the man in question was also a Dual Class Bearer. Across the entire Cosmos, Dual Class Bearers were very rare, and in the whole Tower, they could be counted on one hand.
And the most powerful of all Dual Class Bearers sat exactly before them as he observed them with great curiosity.
"What are your orders, Your Holiness?"
Asked the female Cardinal. She was of the Pale Blood species, one of the direct descendants of the Blood Gods and from an ancient lineage of the Kindreds.
In the Kadath Hall, she was the youngest Cardinal and was one of the most powerful ones. Despite being only around a few centuries old, she was already nearing the Limits of the Legendary Level, and many thought she would sooner or later become Transcendent for sure.
"Send someone to him. Because he formed the connection with the Records, he will be climbing the Tower through the Quest issued by the Akashic Records through the Tower System, meaning the help from someone of our stature would be detrimental to him. Do we have someone who just started climbing the Tower?"
Questioned the Hall Master of the Kadath Hall, Menuhyutt Faulhaber.
"There is Estrid on the 3rd Floor."
Kadath Hall was the smallest faction in the entire Tower, as altogether it had only a few hundred members, as it focused more on individual quality and strength rather than on quantity.
"Are you at your senses? That girl is a battle maniac, and there is info that Silvermoon Crown Princess Yvraine started climbing the Tower; there is a high possibility that she would meet the Holy Son, and then... if Estrid meets with the Princess Yvraine, it would become a huge mess."
Stated one of the Cardinals, who looked like a very old human man, with white hair and a well-groomed white beard. He had two swords strapped behind his back, and his aura was sharp as the sword itself, ready to cut down anything in its path.
Estrid was the daughter of the Cardinal Zaldidraax; both of them were Red Dragons, and Red Dragons were the most destructive from all Chromatic Dragon Species. Zaldidraax was someone who left the Red Dragon Flock a long time ago to join the Kadath Hall.
"Come on, you old bastard! I will take you right here and now!"
Shouted Zaldidraax at the old scholarly Cardinal, who just frowned, as suddenly a suffocating aura burst out of the Hall Master Menuhyutt, who was silently observing everything from his throne.
"Shut up, all of you. Karliana, you will go to the 3rd Floor and wait up there with Estrid, and after the Holy Son arrives, you know what to do."
Instructed Hall Master Menuhyutt as the meeting was dispersed.
After everyone had left the meeting Hall, and it was empty, Menuhyutt Faulhaber looked at the ceiling of the Hall as he sighed.
"Hopefully, this time, I have found my successor, and I can stop pushing the Transcendence. It has been more than twenty thousand years."
He was Menuhyutt Faulhaber, Hall Master of the Hall of Kadath, and to find a proper successor for the position of Hall Master of the Hall of Kadath. He had been pushing his Transcendence for more than 20,000 years already.
Hopefully, this time, he would finally find someone who could take his position.
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