Age of Heroes (Age of Heroes Chronicles)

Chapter 529: Let go (2)

The fish then spit as a sphere of frozen water was shot out from its mouth and landed on the cold hard ground and the light faded away

Arial was about to catch the fish when the fish closes its eyes and turns into water and washed away by the mighty torrents of the waterfall.

Arial then looked at the sphere of the frozen water and the moment he lay his eyes onto that orb he felt calm, the same feeling he felt when he saw the waterfall and unconsciously he knew what he is seeing.

Arial smiles bitterly and look at the dark sky of the night, looking at the glittering stars and said in apparent sarcasm.

'Amara, are you bribing me?'

The moment he laid his eyes on that sphere he knew that the sphere is a divine essence. The Divine Essence of Water. 

He could felt his body felt vigor, and at the same time relaxed, attracted but not excited.

Arial already has the Divine Thunder inside his body and he could felt it howling to be near. Divine Essence could sense each other.

But it did not make Arial felt happy. Instead this only makes sure that Arial become even more certain of his fate.

He remembered the tales of Levitia. How the great hero was prepared by the Lady of the Lake to free mankind from the chains of the Demon Lords.

With each quest given to him, Levitia grows stronger. Until the point where he was literally invincible. 

And it made him prideful. Made him stubborn.

In the end, he perished. Everything in this world has a price. Levitia realized it too little too late.

Everything has a price. Power. Strength. It demands a price. 

'The Final Battle.' He muttered under his breath. Arial remember those words when he read about Asrana and his supposed battle.

By now, Arial could faintly guess who he is in the grand scheme of things, in the plans of Gods and goddesses, of the role he is supposed to play and his ending.

Arial might have view life as a burden but he did not think to leave it. While there are not many things he loves, he loves his family. 

He loves his father. 

His mother. 

His sister. 

His daughter even when he does not show it.

He still loves…. cold as he is. Because by loving…he is human. To love….is human. And that one part of him he doesn't want to lose.

Life may no longer have many things to offer him, but that doesn't mean he does not have hope that one day, he would once again find meaning in life.

If he truly lost hope, how could he still care for the people of his empire? If he did not care, why did he fight? 

If he did not care, why he is on this quest? He wants redemption.

Because redemption will allow him to be reborn. To be transformed. He wanted to shed his old skin. 

He wanted to no longer to see and hear the screams of the people when he closes his eyes. 

To no longer hear the cries, the pleading and the begging.

To be…. absolved. And he hopes that by doing this…. that redemption could be obtained.josei

So, he could live…again…. this time with love and hope.

He sighed and then he looks back on the ground, looking at the frozen sphere of water and laughed bitterly, like he was sneering at his own fate, lamenting his destiny.

He truly looks like a sorrowful man, disappointed by the Divine. His face was smiling yet there is sadness etched in each of his expression.

He wanted answers. He wanted a clue. But all he got was this. It was not what he wanted. It was not what he was promised.

Yet, he took it. Because…. he had to believe that at the end of this journey, he gets his answer.

Because if he did not believe that, then Arial know he could not take another step.

He had to believe….to move. Then as the sound of the waterfall keep roaring behind him, he crouched down to the ground. 

In front of him was the White Hart, staying there without any sign of fleeing, majestic and divine.

The sphere was in front of the White Hart and Arial took it. He did not realize it but from afar it was like Arial was kneeling in front of the White Hart.

It is said in legends, that when a person kneels in front of a White Hart, the White Hart will bless that person lucky soul.

Arial get up and as he took the Divine Water Essence onto his hand, the frozen water melted and become droplets of water that seeps into Arial hands, into his bloodstream.

The White Hart quickly jump out of the way, disappearing in a flash of light appearing a large distance away from Arial.

Unlike the other time he was trying to tame the Divine Essence, this essence did not deny Arial.

It accepts and it welcomes. Power surged in Arial every nerve, every part of his body. It was like he was being washed by something pure.

Blue aura suddenly surged from Arial body reaching the clouds. The sound of the roaring waterfall was silenced by the blue aura.

His reddish black aura layered with the yellow aura of lightning superimposed with the bleu aura. 

Unleashing the might of Old Gods

His malevolent and evil aura of blood is being cleansed, crackling snakes of lightning coils around Arial body, creating a ring of lightning around him.

He was standing near the White Hart and a tempest of aura form around him. Blue, red, yellow and black. 

This variety of color of aura was superimposed with this color, making Arial look both holy and insidious.

Yet, the tempest does not destroy. It nourishes life, an essence of creation, a symbol of purity.

His Imaginary Scape is reconstructed yet again as a new foreign power is entering Arial body.

This time the transformation is even more shocking as his divine power is powerful enough to affect the real world.

His energy increased exponentially with the land under his feet produces mini quakes and the air turns dense.

His blue aura surged through the clouds. This is outside human comprehension. There is powerful martial arts expert that could leap and jump through tall buildings.

There are martial art experts that could fight hundreds and thousands of people alone and still could retreat in safety. 

But no one would boast that only by using their internal energy they could pierce the clouds in the sky.

This is beyond the realm of humans.

Clouds formed in the sky as suddenly raindrops started falling from the sky. 

Weather is overturned, the glittery stars is covered with dark clouds heralding the coming of a thunder storm.

Hails and lightning combined together to create a terrifying symphony of nature in the sky. 

The denizens of the night could feel the energy, the awakening of the power of Old Gods and they tremble in fear.

They hide in their nest. 

They hide in their caves. 

They hide in their holes and burrows underground for those deep earth beasts, while the beast that possesses wings soar to other part of the forest, far from the waterfall area.

Heavy rain poured down accompanied with the hammering sound of thunder, like the Heaven is being overturned and become crazy with anger and defiance.

The sound of thunder cracked the sky open, like something was piercing through the sky with a spear, rocking the firmaments.

The beast hiding trembles and shivered, the instinct of flight was invoked, knowing that danger is near them yet they could not move.

Chaotic energy filled the waterfall area as dark mist that come to envelop the area as its chaotic and destructive nature is being held back by the rain and thunder.

Each drops of water dissipates a portion of the destructive mist, each striking lightning dispel Evil. 

Purity. Evil Vanquishing. The water purifies evil. The Thunder punishes Evil. This is the Divine Essence useful for someone who is destined to fight with Darkness.

Amara was preparing for this day since the fall of Levitia. 

All around Arial, high concentration of energy was condensed around his body, wind swirling around his body, and that wind is gaining momentum.

Arial was like the eye of a tornado. 

No, he was the source of the tornado. However, Arial body was not pressured by the essence of water like he experienced with the essence of thunder.

Thunder, its source is destruction…but water nourishes creation. The energy was encouraging and smooth and comfortable.