Nyx’s Territory...
This was all Nyx’s Territory?
This...this was sothing he did not know. No consensus was made on where exactly the White Abyss was, only that it was in a special region riding among the Current of Darkness like every other afterlife and dinsion. Oh, yes, there were so scholars who disputed it. Those scholars believed the White Abyss was riiight outside the normal universe, close enough to Earth for souls to be able to travel here. It was called the Near Earth Theory.
"But Nyx does not control the Heavenly Tower," Dasha pointed out.
"She does not. No one controls the Heavenly Tower, not even the Administrators that built it. The ability to bring souls from Earth, the ability to create planets and even universes—it is the ultimate creation that is facilitated by the Tower and no one else. The Administrators and the Architects may be able to create their own gate three tis every ten gates, but nothing more."
Only three tis...
What a specific number. Suspiciously specific.
"You know far more than I expected. I get it, your masters worked on the Heavenly Tower with the Administrators."
"No, not just them. I was there to help with the Heavenly Tower’s construction. I..." Alþjófr grunted. "I am a forr Architect."
Behind his mask, Dasha went wide-eyed. "So that is where you learned such sophisticated runes. The Heavenly Tower....!"
"It is the most sophisticated, most advanced construction in the history of the universe. All cultures, all manner of languages and magic circles have made their mark on it. I learned much, particularly from those of other cultures. It is...what made co into this business."
Alþjófr grunted again. These were secrets he swore to keep to himself.
"But you were too weak. You had knowledge but not power. An ordinary worker, an ordinary student, yet you ca this far. I am truly impressed. Truly." Dasha turned to face him and dropped to one knee. "What can you tell about the Heavenly Tower? The Administrators and the Architects, tell their nas."
"I...I can’t."
Dasha grabbed his skull. The circle that ensured his tethered will bolstered. "Tell. ."
Alþjófr gnawed on his bottom lip. Blood oozed out. His loyalty to them was comndable. However, like all creatures, the hierarchy was set. Dasha was his superior, his god, and like any god, he was to be obeyed.
"I only know of the Administrators Enoch, Thales of Miletus, Confucius, and Hypatia."
Nas. Finally.
"And the other Architects? How does the System work? How long did it take for the Heavenly Tower to be built?"
"W-we built it out of Noah’s Ark! And Argo, the legendary ship of Jason and the Argonauts, a-and others! There were thousands of us that worked on it a-and our mories were wiped when we left!"
"Then rember."
"I-I can’t! I’ve tried! I’ve only managed to retrieve so of my mory through a surgery with special anti-magic needle. B-but it only helped rember the Administrators. I-I can’t rember all the unimportant f-faces and friends that I t!"
"How did you even know that you lost your mories in the first place? Were they clumsy?"
"N-no, they warned none of us of the mory wipe, they just did it. B-but just barely, I..." Alþjófr’s voice cracked. "I managed to place a magic circle inside my glove that gave a snippet of mories. Of working on the Tower. A-and the confused just wanted to know what these mories ant."
"And? This is all you know?"
Dasha tightened his grip. He threatened to crush his skull right then and there.
"I promise! I promise!" Alþjófr scread. He wasn’t lying. He tried to break the seal on his mories and only got this much. As blood began to seep from the corners of his eyes...
"So you’re useless." Dasha released his skull and rose to his full height. Alþjófr gasped and collapsed to his knees. Scarlet tears fell from his nearly crushed eyes. "I suppose I should have expected as much. If there was a weakness in the Heavenly Tower, you Architects would have already exploited it. Although there is also another conclusion."
Dasha looked down. Alþjófr already understood.
"It ans you were not the ones that discovered the exploit. Everybody with a modicum of history knows of this: Yamata-no-Orochi’s escape and the Great Fire of Heaven. Two glitches, two disturbances caused by the Heavenly Tower. What do you believe happened in either scenario?"
"...I can...only say what I assu."
"A rogue Admin, a rebellion of Architects, or perhaps a simple flaw. Which is it? Which caused each? Are they unrelated?"
"I-I do not know! I do not! Yamata-no-Orochi...that is..." Alþjófr gulped and sputtered. "It should have been impossible for it to leave."
"Why?"
"Because!" Alþjófr yelled. "The gods had the Heavenly Tower constructed for one other reason! To seal the great monsters that may threaten them! We call them Creatures of the Apocalypse! The Sacred Beasts! The Forgotten Ones! They were never ant to be killed, they were ant to be sealed. But the players insisted and so they fought! And if they did die, then good riddance! Tiamat, the Leviathan, the Behemoth...all of them are not of this world! All of them seek nothing but the end!"
The final gates of the Heavenly Tower. The 90s, which none had conquered. None were likely to ever conquer, for they sealed up the monsters that the monsters hid from. The monsters that gods did not and could not slay themselves.
The Creatures of the Apocalypse. The Sacred Beasts. The Forgotten Ones. Yamata-no-Orochi was among them. Only through the miracle of all the Chinese Sects working together were they able to fell it.
"Get up and keep walking, Forr Architect. I have yet to make a selection of a weapon."
These monsters were of a future he could not fathom yet. Thousands before him had tried doing what he had. They all failed. Until Dasha possessed the power of the unfathomable, he could only fight against those he could fathom.
Like those Angels of Justice.
Yes, soon.
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