OBS Chapter 266: Before You Forgot Me [5]
Chapter 266: Before You Forgot Me [5]
Long ago, when the world was recovering from the chaos left after the Great Calamity War, five mortals succeeded in achieving godhood.These five individuals, Silvermoon, Everbright, Dreamweaver, Lancaster, and Nightfall, ascended from the Mortal Domain through the Spirit Domain and into the Upper World, the highest of the five layers of reality.
In this realm, they became the pinnacle of knowledge and power.
As the Calamity-ranked beings, their influence is so vast that their mere gaze can cause the lower realms to tremble, and a direct clash between them would redraw the geographical map of the world or cause a global catastrophe.
To avoid such a reality-shattering conflict, the Five Calamities swore the Oath of Balance between them.
The Oath stated:
None of the Five Calamities shall engage in direct warfare or cause physical harm to one another, nor shall they strike any individual belonging to their respective bloodlines.
It became their rule.
It turned the world into a permanent stalemate where no single god can exert total dominance through force.
While the oath prevents divine war, it created several strategic "flaws" that define the current world order.
The first "flaw" could be seen in The Deadlock of Evana City.
When the Dreamweaver attempted to seize the Akashic Record, the twin sisters Silvermoon and Everbright intervened. Prohibited by the oath from attacking Dreamweaver directly, they established a "protective deadlock" situation.
Everbright shifted the city’s location to a hidden place, and Silvermoon used her time authority to lock it in a 24-hour time loop to prevent Dreamweaver’s curse from progressing.
The second is the Requirement of Mortal Proxies.
Since the gods are legally barred from direct intervention, they must move their pieces through the mortal domain.
This is where the Calamity Tower Heads and unique variables such as the Light Messiah are of such critical importance.
They can act where their gods cannot.
. . .
[’I find it amusing.’]
Rumi said, after hearing about the calamities and the roles of Tower Heads.
All of the Tower Heads existed because they were meant to play for the ploy of their respective gods.
[’Even after attaining a place in the higher reality, they still want things from the mortal domain. Isn’t this so ironic?’]
Leon sneered in his head, and replied.
["That is the thing Rumi. One would understand its value after he lost it."]
Rumi glanced at him and asked.
[’Haru, tell me honestly... you deliberately made this setup, right?’]
Leon went silent, then he simply shook his head.
["What? No way. You are overthinking this."]
But Rumi didn’t stop glaring.
Leon coughed and ignored her, and shifted his focus to the scene playing ahead.
The audience hall had vanished, and a new loop had started.
[Loop: 720]
As the vision cleared, the first thing they saw were flames, huge flames of white and black colours covering their field of vision.
For the first few minutes, they couldn’t see a thing, except smoke and flames.
"Ho–How could this happen?"
A trembling voice came from where Leon and Rumi stood. Leon knew this voice.
"Irene?" He said, but his voice couldn’t be heard by anyone in this vision.
They both turned their heads.
Just behind them, they saw Irene kneeling on the ground beside three crisped burnt corpses on the floor.
She was weeping while holding onto the hand of one of the corpses.
Leon and Rumi exchanged glances before walking towards where Irene was kneeling.
As Leon walked closer, he wondered who it could be.
Step.
His own step halted abruptly, as he finally got to see all three corpses.
They were burnt, from head to toe like crisp wood. Not even their clothes were intact.
Leon could easily see the figures. Out of three, two of them were women, while the other one was a male.
His face was unrecognizable.
Leon then shifted to the one whose hand Irene was holding.
Just like the male, she was unrecognizable too.
But then, Irene wept as she called out a name.
"Lillian..." She said, and then her voice became heavy as she looked at the other female and said. "Vivy... why?"
["Huh?"]
Leon’s eyes widened in terror. Not because he knew them, but because Irene just called the burnt corpse "Lillian."
The daughter of Dreamweaver. The one and only bloodline of his.
If she is dead then the oath is broken by one of the calamity’s mortal pawns or worst by a calamity themselves.
But the question is, who did it?
Leon gulped and turned around to look around them.
White flames, and black flames.
It was pure eternal form of manifested light which could not be put out.
Only two could have done this skill.
The first one is Everbright, and the second—
"So you are the new child of light?"
An ethereal voice of a man loomed around Leon. It was calm, yet whenever he said a single word, Leon could feel his skin crawl.
Every inch of him begged to just let it not be who he thinks it was.
He looked around again like a madman, to find him. He looked up in the sky, and saw two figures.
The first man was a young man in his twenties, with brown long hair and green eyes wearing a metallic suit with metallic feathered wings behind his back. He is unscratched.
And the one in front of him was someone Leon very well knows.
White hair, blue eyes. Ethan was floating while clenching his broken arm with one hand, his half face was bloodied, and he was huffing, behind his back was a huge angelic wing made of pure eternal light feathers.
[’Haru this is—’]
"Dreamweaver!"
Ethan screamed his name, and clenched his teeth.
Leon paused there.
He descended here. In the mortal realm.
This is not supposed to happen.
This is bad. What made him descend?
This is bad.
If he is here then everything is done for.
This is bad.
Ethan looked as if he would fall any minute.
Rumi and Leon looked around Ethan to find the others.
If Ethan died here, then this would become worse.
The past Leon and Cyan were nowhere to be seen.
In the midst of it, Leon also spotted that in those black flames there were several corpses too.
["Don’t tell me, they all—"]
[’I don’t think so.’]
Rumi tried making Leon relaxed.
But before they could say anything, they heard a footstep.
"This went wrong. We underestimated him."
It was past Leon’s voice. Both Rumi and him turned to where Irene was.
There, they saw Leon standing beside Irene, glancing down at the two female corpses.
A few meters away from the corpses, Cyan was lying on the ground unconscious, his left arm completely burnt off, his face covered in blood.
"Is Cyan alive?" Past Leon asked.
Irene stiffened and nodded. "Mm... But... Lillian... a-and Vivy.They both died."
Leon bit his lips.
"I see." He muttered, looking at Cyan’s unconscious body. "Idiot. I told you to stay back."
Rumi and Leon watched it happen.
[’What did Cyan do?’] Rumi repeated.
She wanted to look at Haru, but didn’t because his gaze stopped at past Leon as a materialistic spirit appeared beside him.
"Haru. Think this through!!" The past Rumi said.
"This is the only way Rumi. Let me be."
"No! You will fall into a coma! And the mental burden after that! This will mess you up!"
"It would be fine." Leon said as he looked at Dreamweaver and Ethan confronting each other. But before he could make his move, he asked Irene.
"Irene. Can I ask you a favour?"
"Huh... what?"
"No!" Rumi appeared in front of Irene, "Don’t please! This will mess up his brain!"
Leon said out loud. "I can bring back Lillian, and save Evana. So will you help me."
Irene didn’t believe what he was saying, but as she looked at his eyes, she had to believe it.
She wiped her tears, glanced at the two corpses, then stood up.
"Yes, tell me what to do."
"Perfect." Leon said smiling. "You just have to take care of my body till I wake up. Can you do it?"
"What?" Irene blinked.
But Leon was already moving, he started walking, holding the hilt of moonblade, he first made it a promise.
"I am sorry, but I guess you have to wait another decade."
"Wait! Leon!"
"Haru!"
He ignored the calls, as he took three bottles of [Drop of Limitless] and began gulping them down.
After it was finished, he shifted his entire focus at Dreamweaver.
"A primordial took two weeks. I wonder how much a literal calamity would take."
With that, for the second time, he used his skill.
[Creator]