Everywhere slowly returned back to normal. Aric found himself on his knees inside the manor, his body dripped with sweat and trembled.
He didn’t know why this happened. What he had seen was not remotely scary, but his heart raced, pounding so hard that his ribs hurt. His breathing was all over the place.
He opened his mouth wide, trying to breathe well, sucking in every bit of air that he could to survive.
’Wha... what was that, who was that?" he asked, as his body heaved up and down. He didn’t know how he was able to see that woman, or if it was sothing that the system did, but he wanted to know who she was—he needed to know.
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Far away, within a mighty temple at the top of a mountain, a woman clad in fine white clothes could be seen, a black scarf wrapped around her neck. The ends of the scarf fluttered in the wind, flowing in the sa direction as her silver waist-length hair.
Her beautiful silver eyes gazed into the distance, with no target in sight. She stared into the endless. Her hand rubbed against the base of the long sword that hung on her waist.
Suddenly, her eyes darkened into pure darkness, and she saw a crimson glow sprout in the distance—a rising fla that defied the odds around it.
The fla existed in the nothing and slowly forced its light into the darkness, trying to grow beyond what it should. The light sought to defy the balance, striving to break free from what already was.
She frowned as she saw this light, her eyes closing into slits, her fingers caressing the base of her sword ferociously.
She watched, seeing if the fla would grow even more, and it kept growing. Her frown deepened. She pulled her sword from its scabbard, its silver gleam shined within the darkness.
As she drew her blade, she saw a figure within the flas—a person. She looked closer and saw an elf, but within him was not the fla of a single soul. She saw the fla of several souls within his heart—she saw four flas.
A blue fla, a red fla, a green fla, and a golden fla. Her eyes widened at the sight of this, her arms trembled. What abomination was this, and why was he allowed to exist with four souls? No being should exist like that.
It was against the balance of the world for a being like him to exist. She pointed her sword at him, as a sign that she was coming for his head.
Her eyes slowly returned to normal, and she could see the vast valleys and emptiness again. She placed her sword back into the scabbard and turned around. She walked to the doors and pushed them open, walking into a massive room with polished marble floors.
Inside the room, four guards stood, their spears at their sides. Their silver armors reflected the warm light from the sun, their heads all covered in helts. They used no existence within these walls; they existed simply as guards.
"Tell the Masters that I wish to have audience with them," she said in a crisp voice.
Imdiately, without the need to choose, one of the guards walked out of the room, marching in a uniform pattern, his tallic boots echoing within the halls.
"The rest of you can stand guard outside. I want to be alone," she said. They nodded in response, and she walked to the massive king-sized bed and sat down.
The guards did as she said, marching out one by one. They stood outside the doors, guarding from there. She stayed on the bed unmoving until a knock ca from the door.
"Saintess, the Masters have assembled at the Grand Hall. They await your arrival," the guard she had sent spoke from beyond the door.
Without a word, she got up and walked out. She walked down the hallway and the guards followed behind.
Following a flight of stairs and hallways, she made it to the floor where the Grand Hall was. She saw many people cloaked in white and black, training with their swords on the fields of grass, many reading books, and others simply discussing different things.
Any who passed by her bowed their heads in greeting. "Greetings, Saintess," they said as though coded into their very existence.
Most of the people she ca by were young n and won. But when she got to the naive arch doors of the Grand Hall, a man walked up to her.
He was clad in full white like her. A silver-coated armor piece rested on his shoulder, strapped with a black leather belt.
He was a handso man with dark brown hair and sharp eyes.
"Saintess, it has been a while since I saw you. What has brought you down here to us mortals?" the man asked, smiling as he did.
"I have a eting with the Masters, Elan," she said, her face held in no emotions whatsoever, like she couldn’t be bothered to speak with him.
"Always speaking with that icy cold tone, but that is beside the point. My team has found so traces of the Spirit Cult in one of the human kingdoms. I thought I should inform you, if you would be willing to go," he said.
"I’ll have to refuse that offer. Sothing far more important has risen. I can’t help," she said and walked by.
He bit his teeth as he heard that. He watched as she walked away, his fists clenched. "Stupid bitch," he cursed.
She got to the door, and the guards beside the doors pushed them open. Her guards stood outside while she walked into the Hall. The doors slowly closed as she got in. Elan watched as the doors closed and she vanished into the Hall, the vein on his neck bulged, his anger rising higher.
"Your days as Saintess are numbered," he said and turned away, storming off.
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