Ep 159. I’ve Been Here Before. (5)
When Aymeia’s hesitant lips finally began to speak, the tales that followed were nothing short of shog.
Archive, Historian. And the underground gate that ected the Archive to Aymeia’s temple.
None of it were anything the dragonlord had quite expected to hear.
‘Record ste…Archive.’
A divine realm that couldn’t be reached by normal means, and ahat served as the living embodiment of the star’s history.
But as far as Serenis was ed, no such locatioed during the First’s rule. And she failed to see how such a space could serve as a ‘trap’ in of itself.
“…”
A small sigh escaped the dragonlord as she treaded down the dark stairwell. Her eyes naturally drifted towards the figure in lead.
Aymeia was still leading the way, with Serenis’ fme apanying the former deity at her side like a floating torch. But unlike before, her steps were noticeably bolder than they were an ho: ever since Light’s outburst, she’d been all too eager to tell them everything there was about her temple, as well as the space beyond it.
After making a brief note of the satisfied expression on Light, Serenis looked to the tale’s source for crification.
“As I hear it, the Reaper’s goal isn’t so much to lure us…but to seek aid from another deity?”
“…Mhm.”
Aymeia softly bit her lips, She was nodding her head, but her expression was ridden with uainty.
“That would be my guess, at least. I don’t think any cursory trap would pose a threat to you. But the Historian’s always been sidered Felicir’s equal even during his time as a Reaper, so…”
“An equal? With death?”
As far as Serenis was ed, no other divinity came eveely close to death’s standing.
‘…Foro, that ot be it, force has already bee with. But what else could it be? Creation? Sky?’
Noting the dragonlord’s evident fusion, Aymeia gave a small shrug towards her.
“…Believe me, if I knew what the Historian’s divinity was, I’d tell you. The only people that know it are probably Felicir and the Historian himself…and both of them kept it a secret to others. I just know they were wary of each other.”
For a moment, faint disappoi drew across the dragonlord’s expression. If even a former deity didn’t know the ahen there was little ce she’d find it elsewhere.
So instead, Serenis discarded the topic to turn to a new one.
“Then, why is it that the Reaper lured us into your temple? Rather than bringing us to this Historian, it seems far safer t the Historian to us.”
“You see, about that…”
A brief pause ensued as Aymeia recalled the Archive’s entrance requirements.
She’d been w the exact same thing as Serenis: it didn’t make sense for Felicir to risk bringing the dragonlord here. The far safer option was to seek out the Historian on his own, then bringing them to Serenis instead.
Unless…
“…I don’t think he opee anymore.”
“? How e?”
“The gate only responds if a member of the Twelve is present. But since he’s not the Reaper anymore, I’m…guessing he ’t open the Archive’s gate himself.”
“…Hm.”
Serenis mulled over the implications of the gate’s description.
Karas wasn’t a deity, and the Reaper had lost his divinity. It was only natural that they wouldn’t be reized as a member of the Twelve.
In fact, the only divinity that remained in Astellion, was…
‘…The one I possess.’
A long sigh escaped the dragonlord’s lips as she drew her clusion.
“In other words…he’s seeking to open this gate through bringio it.”
“…I think so.”
“And this gate supposedly opens as soon as a divinity is nearby? Perhaps it’s already opehen?”
“Uh, no, we do have to be ie chamber. It’s a long way there, and…there’s also a gatekeeper in that chamber.”
“…A gatekeeper?”
“Mhm. Being my temple, I should’ve been the one devising a way to guard the gate, but…as you know, I wasn’t really capable of wielding divinity. So…Letherien built one for me instead.”
“And that’s another one of you, I’m assuming?”
“Mhm. That’s why…”
Aymeia’s steps finally came to a halt as the stairwell came to an end. She gestured forward as Serenis and Light also came dow few steps to behold the architecture before them.
That is, an unremarkable array of grey walls were id out in a haphazard manner before them, rendering the path forward a fusing mess.
“…There’s a maze like this.”
“Hm.”
Serenis stepped forward to brush her hand against the wall’s make. Despite their bleak-lookiure, she could sehat they weren’t of any normal make; it certainly wasn’t any regur material.
Light likewise stepped fng from side to side at the myriad of twisting, diverging paths before them.
“That one I’ve heard of. Deity of Creatiht?”
As Aymeia nodded her head, Serenis’ hahe wall with an amused expression.
“Creation…then I suppose a maze like this could be built with ease.”
The dragonlord’s gaze then fell back towards Aymeia – who, much to her dismay, was fidgeting unfortably instead of leading them forward.
“So? Do you know the way forward then?”
“Um…well…”
“…You don’t know the structure of your own temple?”
“I used to! I…I used to. I just, I haven’t been here for so long…”
“…”
“It, it’s beeuries…and it’s really plicated…I’m trying to remember, but I’m drawing a bnk…”
Serenis shook her head. She drew another resolute sigh at the former deity’s reply.
“…Very well.”
Soon, Serenis gently id her hand on Light’s shoulders to push her back a few steps. She likewise gestured towards Aymeia for her to do the same.
Afterwards, the dragonlord put her hand against the grey walls once more – this time with an ample amount of prismatic lights leaking out of her palm.
Aymeia’s eyes widened in surprise as she realized what the dragonlord was about to do.
“Wait, are y to destroy the maze? Letherien’s creations are iructible-“
Szzzzt!
A sharp hissing noise filled the temple’s undergrounds as Serenis’ magic flowed into the maze’s walls. Soon, a blinding light briefly flooded the maze, swallowing the grey whole.
“…”
It barely took a minute for the prismatic lights to die out.
The dragonlord lowered her hand. She then turned back towards Aymeia, gesturing towards the massive, emptied area before her – where not a sirace of the maze’s walls remained.
“Iructible? And to think you once held the Star’s divinity…”
“…”
As a general rule of thumb, Letherien’s creations were, in fact, iructible.
Most of the time.
Shaking her head, Serenis theured towards the open space before them.
“Surely you guide us through an open hall?”
“Y…yes, of…course…”
“Good.”
Serenis fixed her gaze forward once more. Although she couldn’t make out much through the darkness, she could now faintly sense an ever-so-familiar presence up ahead.
“Let us go, then. It seems the Reaper’s eagerly awaiting our arrival.”
Aymeia emptily nodded her head, taking the lead once again as she walked forward.
Light also joined Serenis at her side once more, though uhe former deity, she hardly seemed surprised by the dragonlord’s antics. She merely shrugged at Serenis with a sheepish grin, to which Serenis beamed back at.
And soon enough, the two began to trail after Aymeia once more.
‘Reaper…Archive…Historian.’
Even if this was some intricate trap, it mattered little to the dragonlord. If another deity indeed lied in wait in the beyond, then it was an obstacle she’d have to face sooner or ter. Raizel was waiting for her as well.
And, most importantly…
‘Archive…if I’m not mistaken, that’s…’
