Aengus didn't know much about the Demon God (God of Darkness), nor did he care.
Whoever stood against him would be his enemy.
However, he didn't underestimate the Demon God. If Lunaria's words were true, the Demon God was so powerful that even the combined might of all the Gods couldn't finish him completely after all this ti. From this, it was clear just how terrifying his power must be.
Aengus exhaled lightly as he exited the prayer hall, his objective for coming here complete.
He swiftly decided on his next move, transforming into the form of Saintess Lunaria herself.
Though he had once been reluctant to use female forms, but as the saying goes, desperate tis called for desperate asures.
Aengus walked with grace and divine radiance, perfectly imitating Saintess Lunaria, with a magical staff in hand.
"Is soone else inside?" Aengus asked the guards in a soothing, lodious tone.
The guards bowed and answered, "Yes, Saintess. Sir Hero Elyon is inside eting his heir."
"Oh..." Aengus feigned intrigue, though internally, he was intrigued for real.
So, Valen is not dead after all, he mused silently.
"Alright, open the door!" he commanded firmly, mimicking the Saintess's authoritative deanor.
The guards exchanged confused glances, finding the Saintess's behavior unusual.
Aengus narrowed his eyes slightly, his patience wearing thin as he stared at them.
Finally, one guard spoke hesitantly, "Saintess, did you not bring the Divine Key with you? Sir Hero took his key inside..."
Aengus masked his frustration with a serene smile.
Aengus, maintaining his graceful façade, raised an eyebrow as if genuinely surprised. "Ah, the Divine Key... of course."
Internally, he cursed at this unexpected obstacle but didn't let his expression falter.
"I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I left it behind. Very well, I'll wait till Hero Elyon returns."
The guards, not daring to question the Saintess, bowed deeply. "As you command, Saintess."
While Aengus waited, he kept a vigilant watch with his special eyes to ensure the real Saintess didn't appear unexpectedly.
Fortunately, she did not.
Monts later, he noticed Elyon erging from the underground passageway, which brought a sense of relief.
Elyon appeared surprised to see "Lunaria" waiting outside.
"What's wrong, Saintess? Why are you waiting out here?" Elyon asked, furrowing his brows.
"Nothing. I forgot my key. Give yours, old man," Aengus said, extending his beautiful hand in a commanding manner.
From the earlier mories he had extracted from Ashenvale, Aengus knew their usual conversational style. Saintess Lunaria often referred to Elyon as "old man," because of her high rank—second only to the Archbishop of the Cathedral.
"Ah, sure. Here, take it..." Elyon handed over the key but paused, his suspicion slightly piqued. "But why didn't you just go retrieve your own key rather than waiting here? And you are done with your Sermon already?"
Aengus maintained a calm and collected deanor as he took the Golden Key.
"Yes, the prayer hall is now closed... Now stop being a naggy old man and return to your duties," Aengus said with a dismissive shrug, mimicking Lunaria's tone perfectly.
He then gestured to the guards. "Open the door."
The guards obediently stepped aside and unlocked the entrance, granting access to the underground chamber.
Elyon watched "Lunaria's" retreating figure, a faint sense of unease creeping into his thoughts. Sothing felt off, but he couldn't quite pinpoint the reason.
Shaking his head to dismiss the nagging feeling, he turned and began walking away toward his next destination.
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As Aengus crossed the entrance he sense another strong probing barrier verifying his very existence from Cells to Cells.
Luckily, Aengus successfully passed this one too. This barrier was extrely strong even for him which blocked his All-Seeing eyes and Appraisal eye.
Inside was a moderately spacious tunnel with a marble floor that glowed with a soft white radiance.
The air was warm, fragrant, and carried a refreshing natural scent that seed to soothe the senses.
As Aengus descended deeper into the tunnel, the scent grew stronger, becoming almost intoxicating in its potency.
After a while, he erged into a large, cavernous room. At its center was a glowing pond of murky white liquid, exuding a brilliant divine radiance that lit the chamber like a celestial beacon. The refreshing fragrance of nature was overwhelming here, saturating the space in its purity.
Aengus activated his Appraisal skill, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the pond. It was brimming with Divine Essence—a rare and coveted resource.
His heart was calm, but a sly grin spread across his face. The sheer amount of Divine Essence left him exhilarated, his stomach growled at the sight.
"So this is what they hoard from those 'Gods'," he muttered, his tone laced with amusent and greed.
It dawned on him how stingy Saintess Lunaria had been earlier, offering such a ager amount of Divine Essence in her rejected deal. But now, seeing the abundance before him, he realized how truly rare and valuable it was.
"No wonder they guard this place so tightly," he mused, stepping closer to the pond.
"Oh, you're here too. How could I forget you?"
Aengus's gaze settled on the figure of Valen, who was ditating near the pond, visibly absorbing the Divine Essence.
Sensing another presence, Valen abruptly opened his eyes. His expression shifted to one of surprise as he stood up, a faint blush coloring his face when he noticed the familiar form of the Saintess.
"Saintess? You're here? But... why?" Valen asked, his voice tinged with confusion and reverence.
Aengus, still in his guise, smiled faintly, though his eyes glead with cold intent. "Oh, I have sothing personal to handle. Tell , Valen... do you mind falling asleep for a while, wannabe Hero of Light?"
The warmth in his tone disappeared entirely by the end of his sentence, replaced by a chilling edge.
Valen blinked, bewildered. "What... do you an, Saintess? I—"
Before he could finish, his eyelids began to grow heavy. His vision blurred, and the room spun around him.
"What's... happening to ?" he muttered weakly, struggling to remain conscious.
The last thing Valen saw before succumbing to the sudden drowsiness was a mocking, dangerous smirk on the Saintess's face.
Aengus leaned down, his lips close to Valen's ear as he whispered with a mix of amusent and disdain, "I told you to follow your own dreams, Valen. Yet here you are, still chasing an empty fate. Your efforts are futile, you know that?"
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With that, Valen fell unconscious, leaving Aengus standing over him with a satisfied smirk.
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