"Fairy Zarathia, this thod surely can’t work for all the beasts," Nytherael ca to the conclusion after careful assessnt.
There was no way they could firm a mate bond with everyone who had been affected by the curse of speaking up about the vision. And dreamwalking was out of the question.
He wasn’t about to put himself up on the offer to die for the world. He had no interest in being a hero. Because heros aren’t always the ones left standing and before reuniting with his mates and fixing their marriage, he had no such grand ambitions.
"Yes. You are right," Fairy Zarathia said.
She wished she had a third solution to apply to the masses that had been affected by the curse. However, she had never seen so many beasts affected by the curse at the sa ti. Hadrian hadn’t been that powerful at that ti.
"I don’t understand how Hadrian could have grown so powerful as to affect so many at the sa. How did he manage it?"
Nytherael raised his hand in the air like a child in a classroom waiting for the teacher to pick him up so that he could give the answer.
"What are you doing?" Fairy Zarathia didn’t understand the gesture.
"I think that we are to bla for this. Only partly," he admitted, taking half responsibility.
Fairy Zarathia leaned back, her blue hair dangling and her mismatched eyes gazing at Nytherael with interest. She was curious to learn what tricks her descendant had up his sleeve that powered Hadrian’s technique.
"The truth is, we activated out tri-soul bond and for so reason a light shot out and covered the beastworld. Hadrian attached his essence to the bond and used it to affect every beast."
Fairy Zarathia froze. In a blink of an eye, Nytherael hadn’t just surprised her but left her core shaken.
The light that Nytherael spoke of wasn’t news to her. As she had witnessed a ton of tri-soul bonds in her ti, she had seen the best and worst sides of the bond.
It had miraculous effects on the world around them, but it also called for disaster. And the light the Nytherael ntioned was a prophesy that spoke and warned of a disaster that was about to hit the beast world.
It was nature revealing a warning to the most powerful to give the beast world a fighting chance and the ability to survive whatever was coming.
She suspected that nature was warning the three beasts about Hadrian, but if she was wrong and an even bigger adversary was coming, then the beast world was in trouble.
"Hadrian, how co he has such powers?" Nytherael asked. From the knowledge he’d gathered of the beast, he couldn’t pinpoint the clan thar Hadrian ca from.
Hailing from a demon nation was the best that was recorded about him. His clan, his identity, and his powers weren’t recorded in detail.
"What beast is he?"
Fairy Zarathia shook her head. "You are wrong to assu that he is one thing," she let out.
Nytherael’s hand that was massaging Aeltharion’s head paused. He locked eyes with the fairy, his skin crawling like a thousand tiny spiders were beneath his skin.
It left him feeling alard and worried for Sseraphis’ safety. The worse he learnt about the beast, the more he wished Hadrian had taken him instead of his beloved venomous snake.
"Long ago, while I was still a young," Fairy Zarathia started her narration, elegantly sitting down close to Nytherael.
Nytherael glanced at her youthful features that looked slightly like his. She didn’t look older than twenty years old. Her words were in contrast to her looks.
Anyone listening in who hadn’t taken a glance at her would think she had white hair and wrinkles. They wouldn’t expect a beauty that hasn’t aged a day in over a thousand years.
"The land was rich and full of natural essence to be absorbed. The beasts managed to break through levels like a piece of cake and reigned supre. Eventually, most clans dominated over others," she started, her eyes distant as though she was relieving those fateful tis in her mind.
"They wanted immortality and to know whether they’d still be alive and reigning more supre a thousand years in the future," she continued. Her eyes grew gloomy and moistened from sadness. "The astronors, star readers, and fortune tellers couldn’t predict anything that far into the future..." she swallowed the lump in her throat.
"What did they do?" Nytherael felt like she was about to admit to a sin committed by their ancestors that had co back to haunt them, innocent descendants.
"Since a beast that could glimpse at the future didn’t exist. They decided to build omw themselves," she inford him, her voice shaking from rage at the abomination of the beasts of her generation. "So they consulted the powerful serpent clan, but the head of the Noxveil family refused to cooperate, so they held his family hostage and forced him to create a technique that can create a beast."
"Noxveil?"
Nytherael’s mind raced to Sseraphis. He couldn’t help but think that maybe that was the reason Hadrian targeted Sseraphis.
"He created a technique and gave it to them," tears slipped down her eyes before she quickly wiped them off.
She inhaled and relaxed back in the chair. Her fingers gripped the arm of the chair. Her heart clenched at the thought of the past and monstrous creation that the beasts of her ti brought into existence in the na of staying in power.
"The beast they created had a body that looked like calamity. Its body was made of molten fire, his wings resembled charred ravens forged from fla and his scarlet eyes burns like stars that are wilting away," she described, her words made Nytherael nearly catch a cold. "He had a serpentine dragon tail that was like magma and used dark energy that fed on greed and desire."
Nytherael’s eyes sharpened. He morised the description to heart. He needed to know what his enemy looked like because sooner or later, he and the abomination were bound to face off, and knowledge would prove powerful at such a ti.
"Hadrian, they nad him when he ca alive," she blew air out of her mouth. "Beasts of powerful clans lined up to get their future shown to them, and it was grander than the last. They were overwheld with joy that they couldn’t help bragging to each other about their bright futures," she narrated, recalling that day and how many had fallen to the curse of their desires and an abomination of their own making.
"They sound arrogant!"
"They were."
"And how did you know that dreamwalking or mate bond order can save a beast under such a curse?" Nytherael asked. "Did the powerful clans figure it put?"
Fairy Zarathia lowered her head. Sadly, they hadn’t lived long enough for the discovery. However, after their deaths, more and more beasts stepped forward to claim Hadrian and have their futures shown to them, and more and more beasts fell victim to it.
With so many cases popping up at every corner of the beastworld, scholars and alchemists ca together to research Hadrian and his gifts, and slowly, they ca up with solutions.
"It took many more cases for these thods to be found. Those were dark tis," she admitted. That was why she hadn’t hesitated to sacrifice herself if it ant ending Hadrian’s existence. Such an abomination was never ant to exist in the world and the sooner they do away with him. The better.
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