Chapter 886: Completing Aims
"It is a promise ritual that must not be broken," she explained, her hands pulling together into a seal-like triangular formation.
"If all you want is a group you want to have here remain, then it’s foolish to risk lives fighting for what is the norm."
"So, instead of a fight, we give you a promise against our Fate."
"Failure to fulfill this promise leads to the diminishing of Fate, a concept so destructive to any being you cannot even begin to imagine," she said.
The system panel blinked right after
[A Divine Oath is the advance of a Contract Grimoire. While it’s in a way a deal tool, it is also not a deal, since only one person, the one who makes the promise, is affected.]
"The promise is simple: The group that you want to have here will remain here and be allowed to stay like any Wyvern group that comes in."
"Nothing more, nothing less."
She announced, and in the next instant, the middle of their triangular seal began to glow with a golden light that bloomed, forming a tiny cube of gold.
Each cube of gold moved out of its seal, coming together in between them and conjoining into a single cube.
The cube’s light reflected on Ryuk for a few seconds before the cube itself disappeared into the Void.
"The promise has been made," The one-winged one said, continuing
"The earlier you’re out of our kingdom, the better. So what is your second aim?"
Ryuk paused slightly with a creased eyebrow before speaking.
"It’s a question about Isha. Why is she referred to as the Accursed One, and also," he said, pausing before he spoke,
"Where are Isha’s parents?"
This time, the three remained quiet.
A deep silence stretched on for nearly a minute, yet it felt as if years had passed between them.
He could not see their expression, but he could sense things, the subtle shift in their otherwise normally stable aura.
It was clear they were greatly affected by the question.
"No one but a Frost Wyvern deserves to know its deepest secrets. Hence, you do not deserve an answer." The one-winged one said, as fiery as ever.
"So, her background isn’t simple, is it? If anything, it’s far from it."
"You seem to know quite a bit already," said the one wearing a mask of runes, her gaze fixed on Ryuk.
"I don’t know anything..." Ryuk replied.
"...except that Isha’s parents must be related in some way to some powerful draconic beings."
"Your bond with Isha is clear..." the blindfolded one said.
"You have fused with her in a Soul Fusion, and the bond is deep. As deep as a familial one, meaning you most likely fused with her right out of her egg."
"How did you get her in the first place?" she said, and just before she answered, the masked one uttered,
"If you lie to us as an answer, you will get a lie in return."
She said, as the words Ryuk was about to utter paused.
"I was given to her by my uncle."
"And where is your uncle now?"
"He’s late."
"And what race is this uncle of yours?"
"I don’t know," Ryuk said, a vein soon popping out of his temple.
"And I won’t advise you to keep talking about him."
"And why is that?" they asked, only for one more vein to sneak out of Ryuk’s face.
"I said stop."
He made it clear, and they paused for a while before a sigh left the lips of the blindfolded one.
Amongst them, she seemed the coolest-headed.
"You will know as much as any Frost Wyvern will be allowed to know."
Her words did not bring any arguments from the one who had initially tried to refuse him.
Instead, they took a step back, the white door appearing out of the Void, but this time, there was a fourth door.
They didn’t say much, disappearing into their doors while leaving the last one alone, seemingly in wait for Ryuk.
When they were gone, Ryuk crouched onto his knees, his hands all of a sudden shifting into claws as they held his knee tightly.
He raised his head, and it had turned half-draconic, scales all over, with a maw exhaling thick white smoke, and eyes burning with blue light.
’I almost lost it.’
Speaking about Uncle Bob was something he had never done to others, even though he meant the entire world to him.
But having to speak of him in what seemed like a forceful interrogation left him feeling a maddening anger that he could barely contain.
The scales receded from his face, his maw folding back into flesh—for the second time now. He straightened, letting out a faint exhale.
’I just need to hold it back... just for some more time,’ he thought, moving towards the white door.
It opened up for him, and Ryuk disappeared into it, resulting in its fading.
Unbeknownst to Ryuk, exactly seven hundred thousand miles away, a colossal spaceship drifted in the Void.
Upon its surface stood a man with flowing white hair, and in his eyes, runes that crisscrossed in perfect symmetry only to shatter and reform again.
He had witnessed the entire exchange, and his lips curved into a wicked grin as he spoke.
"We finally found him."
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The place he was in seemed to be some type of hall.
One hellishly long and massive.
Dark it was, but all around there floated silvery-white motes of light that brought illumination upon the surroundings.
"This is the Ancestral Hall of the Frost Wyverns."
The words echoed out as Ryuk turned to the side and found her standing.
Instead of three, there was just a single person before him, and it was none other than the blindfolded woman who stepped forward through the hall.
"It holds the history of everything the Frost Wyvern had ever been, and through it, we can predict all that we Frost Wyverns will ever be."