Chrysalis

Chapter 1071

I am not, as you know, a religious man. The screeching priests and their endless droning on all matters ‘Path’ hold no attraction to me. I’ve no time for their words, elixirs or ‘ideas’.

I don’t care how many Levels I’d get.

Almost everything around us can be explained, we literally have a ‘System’ we can analyse, for goodness’ sake. Just because we can’t identify the origins of said System, doesn’t mean we need to assume some form of deity.

The Ancients, though, are different. They are real, observed, named, experienced. One can study them, if you know where to look for the historical record. They are demonstrably, observably and materially as close to divine as a being can be.

It is foolish to consider them as simply monsters, they are as far from an average monster as a ka’armodo is from a gecko. We are ants to them. It’s hardly surprising that such powerful beings would inspire worship. When you cannot run from them, and you cannot fight them, one might as well pray.

- Excerpt from the private correspondence of Illarion the heretic

Deep within the Dungeon.

Arconidem dreamed. The Demon God had slept for so long, thoughts drifting slowly in and out of oblivion, away from the material world at times, then drifting closer again.

It was such a time now. Visions of demons at war flickered rapid-fire, one after another, through the Ancient’s mind. Violence, fire and ash, over and over again, all types of demon battling against all kinds of foe. A never-ending battle of rage and chaos that wrapped around Pangera’s core.

Such a pleasant dream.

Demon God smiled, then drew

instant, the mana inside the grand chamber plummeted, leaving those present gasping as their cores screamed out in pain. Deprived of the energy that gave them life,

in a flood, rising from beneath them, an endless torrent of energy that they pulled greedily into their cores. The pain was gone, but still they

Arconidem opened both eyes.

force of such a mighty being was intolerable, even to those who had experienced it before. Despite the difficulty and danger, in their hearts, they

God took in the chamber with a glance, two long arms tipped with enormous claws stretching and shifting, as if remembering

and the entire chamber rocked. Stone dust fell from above, showering all, even the Ancient in dust. Blazing magma began to flow, released from the stone after centuries of slumber, igniting the air which filled with suffocating ash

half before it stabilised again seconds later. As each moment passed, Arconidem appeared more present, more alert than

at the attendants who now prostrated themselves before the living throne, the Ancient grinned a slow and menacing grin and tasted

cycle approaches its

down on the attendants and pressed them to the floor. They trembled under its weight, even as their hearts soared. To experience

be prepared. Soon, my children, we will rise and taste that sweet chaos once

the centre of the Dungeon, they would climb up and impose Arconidem’s will. Before then, the domain of the Ancient would need to

chamber and brushed against the awakened monster’s thoughts. Like a snake, the Ancient snatched it up, examined it, then wove a new

a familiar mind, one not felt

to see I am not the first, Carriflare. What

of light and heat that even the Demon

Arconidem. The time draws near, the others stir, though several are already awake. Tarriflyx will wake any

[What of Yarrum?]

[Sleeping still.]

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