As the flood of mories reached him, Nial felt extrely weird.
A sense of loss filled his heart. However, this loss didn't really feel bad.
On the contrary, it felt great
It was as if things were supposed to be like this.
Only now did he realize how grave losing his mories had been.
He was actually Nial Orin, not Nial Lacardia.
Well….
To be precise, he was Nial Lacardia the day he was born. However, one year after he was born the Advocate of the Pryard arrived.
Rather than being able to live a peaceful life in the Lacardia Empyrean Void, the Creatoran had been annihilated, and his Eyes had been taken.
The overlapping mories he recalled from the events of his first birthday were confusing.
Before, he never knew what exactly happened in his childhood. His mories had been jumbled and he only knew that he had been raced by the Orin family on Jundra.
This had changed now that he recalled the mories of his life as Nial Orin and the first year of his life in the Lacardia Empyrean Void.
He knew what had happened in the past and he realized that his current life in the Lacardia Empyrean Void was nothing but an illusion.
Everything began to make sense, which only intensified when he recalled the last mories before he fell into eternal slumber.
'I devoured the Divine God's corpse and began to feel tired shortly after that. Is there a flaw in my Cursed Divinity? Did I connect sothing wrongly? No…that shouldn't be it…'
Nial was deep in thought while blankly looking into the mirror. His eyes were milky-white and lifeless, and he was slowly losing his eyesight once again.
This was to be expected, but it also reminded him about the Advocate of the Pryard. The Advocate of the Pryard took away his lovely family, annihilated the Creatoran, and destroyed the entire Lacardia Empyrean Void.
Nial was the only one who survived this massacre. The reason was pretty simple.
His Eyes had been compatible with the eyes of the Advocate before getting cursed by the God of Darkness.
Damian cursed the eyes of the Advocate, removing the Advocate's Eyesight, decreasing most of his combat prowess.
The Advocate of the Pryard took an eternity finding soone like Nial, soone with compatible eyes. He removed Nial's eyes and replaced them with the Eyes that had been Cursed by the God of Darkness.
Afterward, the Advocate of the Pryard wanted to eliminate Nial, however, the Ancient Heirloom of the royal family intervened.
The Ancient Heirloom of the Larcardia Empyrean Void couldn't be considered normal by any ans. Whether it was a coincidence or sothing that had been planned over the course of thousands of years, the Ancient Heirloom was sothing Nial was overly familiar with.
It was a God's Fragnt…and not any God's Fragnt at that.
The Ancient Heirloom was the Godly Fragnt of the Darkness God, sealed in the Lacardia Empyrean Void by Damian himself.
After Damian had been targeted by all Divine and Cursed Gods of the vast Universe and pushed into the corner like a wild beast, he sacrificed his life for a better future.
Damian, the God of Darkness, the most hated man in the known Universe, and the man misunderstood the most, sacrificed his life hoping that there would be soone he could entrust his powers and teaching.
This soone turned out to be Nial, who was fated to be born in the Lacardia Empyrean Void's royal family. It had to be fate as it would have never been possible for Damian's Godly Fragnt to sense an existence such as Nial if not for him being born and raised in the royal palace, right above the Forbidden Underground Hall of the Darkness God's Godly Fragnt.
Being in hibernation for eons, the Godly Fragnts of the Late God of Darkness were gradually growing weaker. Thus, the only drastic action the Godly Fragnt could do upon realizing that the first, and presumably last, compatible Individual of Darkness would die was to use the remaining energy to teleport him to a different place.
This used up the Godly Fragnt's last bits of power, but it saved his life as well.
He was teleported to the City of Trials since it was the only place the Advocate of Pryard couldn't reach.
Using the City of Trials' inaccessibility, Nial was granted another one of Damian's Godly Fragnts, the last existing Godly Fragnt of the Darkness God with remnants of his energy left.
The inaccessibility of the City of Trials made it easier to teleport Nial to a place where he could slowly grow and beco stronger. Fusing the Odyssey Seed, Damian's Godly Fragnt, into Nial's body was not easy nonetheless.
No matter how high the compatibility between the Godly Fragnt and Nial had been, it was still not easy to fuse a Cursed Divinity to the body of a mortal vessel, a child that had been born rely a year ago.
The fusion process required close to 18 years, and it could only be finished due to the sudden influx of Divine Energy that had been inserted into his body.
The Divine Goddess, whom Nial t the first ti in the dream he had every first day of the month, had allowed him to shorten the fusion process from half a century to asly 18 years. It created one of the biggest changes in his life and fate and it allowed him to beco the person he was right now.
He, Nial Orin, was the God of Gluttony, the Devourer of Gods, the direct descendant of the Lacardia Empyrean Void's royal family, and presumably, the last living Creatoran, was ready to return to his journey and hunt down the Advocate of the Pryard.
The Advocate might have trapped him in the illusion it had set up ticulously inside the bodies of the Gods, who had been living in the Domain of the Divine God of Truth, without anyone realizing that, but that didn't an Nial was done.
No, it was not yet over.
He was not yet done.
Nial Orin was just getting started!!
He took a deep breath and stretched his hand out.
His fingers ought to co into contact with the mirror in front of him passed through the mirror's glass as if it was liquefied.
Nial's sight continued to blur, darkness began to ooze out of his body and sothing new was forming in the center of his chest.
The Heart of Gluttony was slowly forming as a black grain-sized object with crimson vein-like lines erged in his retracting hand.
'The Odyssey Seed…so that is where I got you…'
Holding the Odyssey seed in his hand, Nial retracted it from within the mirror and he pushed it into his chest seemingly without a trace of hesitation.
He was ready.
"Let's go ho," Nial mumbled with a faint smile on his lips.
However, upon looking at the crying Celine through his blurry eyes, Nial couldn't help but sigh deeply.
'I wonder if she was a creation of the Advocate, or if she really existed in the Lacardia Empyrean Void.'
'I wonder how my life would have been if not for the Advocate of the Pryard…'
Unfortunately, Nial would never be able to find out.
After all, the future was not sothing that could be changed so easily.
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