ALL NOVEL Chapter 77: Voices From A Forgotten Time
CG Chapter 77: Voices From A Forgotten Time
Once Elias stopped speaking, the atmosphere within the cavern began to shift.
The cavern, which did not have any airways other than the air coming from the tree hole, started to have strong winds coming from each of the seven statues.
An enormous amount of energy from the mansion ground, from the guests, the servants, and the seven princes started to concentrate all around the statues.
This serene scene was similar to the one he witnessed in the cathedral. Yet the difference in the amount could only be described as the difference between heaven and earth.
The energy from before would have been like a small fly in front of a giant.
Amidst all of this, strange words began to echo. Voices from a time long forgotten, these voices felt like the final whisper that the original owners wanted people to hear.
From the middle of the voices, a single sound stood out, the sound of a poem like no other.
The poem carried cries of dead spirits, screams of pain, and heartbreak.
“Rulers of these lands, forgotten by time. For seven, seven kings or seven snakes, seven daggers. Yet, we remain, we remain in the hearts of those who carry our wills. Bless her soul for she remained, and curse yours as you curse ours.”
A strange melody like no other, one that was being played by the hand of an illusory bard, who carried the despair of thousands upon thousands of ghosts upon himself.
Yet, as if this scene were destined by fate, the bard and his sad song moved toward destruction once more.
The bard's poem was met with high-pitched voices, so piercing that even a brief exposure to them would drive any listeners to flay their own flesh from their bones in a desperate bid for relief.
“Insolence, memories of the dead should remain in the past. Insects that refuse to die, trying to grasp at any strand of hope even through the river of time.”
These voices were completely and utterly devoid of any hint of emotion; they stood in opposition to the dark yet colorful poem of the bard.
And as all of this was being done, Tom watched the scene uncertain of whether to retreat or to watch for a little bit longer.
Unfortunately, it seemed that the seven gods weren’t going to give him any chance to think, for as soon as he felt danger he heard,
“Oh, what do we have here? It seems that there is another insect that sneaked in.”
Hearing the words of the gods, the princes quickly turned their heads searching for the intruder.
Seeing that he had been exposed, Tom didn’t hesitate.
He sprinted towards the exit with all his might, his leg muscles stretching and contracting at an alarming rate.
He didn’t think for a second about trying to hide in any of the corridors. He knew the princes likely knew the place like the back of their hands, so he wasn’t going to give them a chance to find him first; he wanted to take the initiative.
With that, Tom’s sprinting figure raced back along the path he had just come from. But, unlike when he entered, careful not to be seen, now he didn’t care about how big of a scene he was making. His sole focus at that moment was on getting out alive and trying to not reveal his identity if possible.
However, the princes weren’t going to make his escape an easy one as they began to chase after him.
These princes weren’t normal people; they were knights, with Elias on the brink of becoming a grand knight if the ceremony hadn’t been interrupted by Tom.
Now all of these princes were chasing the same person trying to catch him and kill him.
While the princes were running after Tom, one of them remained behind as he pressed one of the blocks on the wall. This block didn’t look any different than the others but as soon as he pressed it Tom heard the sound of a siren coming from the tree hole in front of him.
At that moment, Tom knew that the princes had just placed the mansion on lockdown. However, he didn’t care as long as he got out of the cavern; he could blend in with the guests unseen and unnoticed before making his escape. By doing this, he would keep his identity as the honorary bishop safe.
Unexpectedly, while he was running away he suddenly began to hear an extremely loud scream within his ears. But, the sound didn’t feel as if it came from the outside; instead, it felt as if it came from deep within his soul.
“STOP!”
The voice commanded while the hand of one of the statues moved down as if it was slamming down on Tom, wanting to make him kneel and grovel in front of it.
For some reason, Tom felt a strange sense within him telling him that he should obey everything it said and that the voice's words were absolute.
He felt himself slowing down further and further, and that the princes were getting closer. But once he felt this effect he quickly began to mutter something.
“…”
Unknown words came from his mouth acting like a wall that protected him from the commands of the gods. The pressure of speaking each word felt like a mountain to him; this put an enormous weight on his back.
Still, he didn’t let all of this stop him, as he continued walking toward the exit while muttering the same words over and over, he muttered this chant that he created as if his life depended on it.
Seven statues of gods from an unknown place, and the seven crown princes all working together to stop him from getting away.
However, during all of this, Tom didn’t let the fact that they outnumbered him, or that they had powers of a high domain get into his head.