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Chapter 1155  What Makes It Rich (2)

Chapter 1155  What Makes It Rich (2)

Every eye looking down into the pit far, far away was enthralled, almost ensnared by the beauty and peculiar sacredness of the elements that swirled within it languidly.
Indeed, it looked to be far deeper than the distance the group had just scaled, but for the advanced sight of the experts, it was no problem to see that far and witness the grandeur borne within.
The issue was moreso in comprehending what they were looking at.
What were these figures?
What was the silvery pool with such a striking glow to it?
For some reason, even the Warmoth's Progeny felt as though he was staring at something that he shouldn't be.
It felt like he shouldn't be here.
At the very least, perhaps he should have been kneeling and making a prayer.
He felt out of place. He was conflicted; part of him wanted to stare into the massive silvery pool for all eternity, taking in the beauty of the swirling, ghostly, soul-like draconic beings swimming within it until he expired.
He, along with Yuyui and Aurolio were lost for words.
The sharp glow from all the way down in this pool reached them while retaining its shocking vibrance and a strange, furious heat bellowed out. Yuyui's face started sizzling, frying, but she didn't seem to feel it. Her eyes only reflected silver; she was completely consumed.
Sause did not speak.
He extracted a kind of spatial storage vessel and pushed it forward over the vast pit.
A vibrant soul spilled from it like some luminous jelly and fell to the bottom quickly, its light quickly dwarfed by the one from where it was dropping.
Sause's face was solemn as he watched it fall and finally reach the silver pool nearly a minute later, which was surprisingly quick. One would have thought the soul weighed tons.
This, of course, was the portion of Jerthrax's soul that Actuass hadn't been able to extract with his Territory, Deathward Maw.
It sank into the silvery pool and dissolved into it like ice in a pot of hot water.
"This is all it's about," Sause said with a severe look on his face, and finally, everyone was dragged out of their reverie in a mix of shock, fear and more than a little curiosity. "This is what you wanted to see. What makes Aigas Rich, is its history. The product of Quintess' first burst of imagination as well as the many machinations Listafelle and Suzamete came up with billions of years ago. The Eternal Drakkens. Aigas' richest memory."
Replicus was awed.
Aigas' history?
Wait a moment…
When Sause said Aigas' history, did he mean…?
"It is quite intentional, you know, the fact that almost every living thing on Aigas harps on First Grand War, the Second, and the Ashing of Time. No one ever mentions what came before or references it at all, as though times before the wider conflict are… relics, too pure or too peaceful to disturb. It is as the Deities intended. You see, every world requires more than just Divine, awesome powers to create. Well, if one wants it to last, it needs more than just that. A world needs a powerful anchor. A foundation. It also follows that said foundation drains much of the powers of the Deity, leaving them, in a sense, at a heavy disadvantage – weakened," Sause said and then he pointed at the massive, blue figures swimming in the silvery pool.
"Those are the Eternal Drakkens. The oldest and first beings Quintess ever created. They were… are powerful, beyond reason, so much so that even after they perished, their souls remained. The Yormuness couldn't claim them. Of course, at their forming, the Yormuness wasn't even created yet, but even when it was invented, it couldn't draw their souls."
"Aigas was originally meant for them; one giant piece of rock for these behemoths to live and thrive. They owned what is now Opungale and Feinheath before it broke off from the now-limited Edagon. It was theirs until Quintess, Listafelle and Suzamete decided that they were simply too powerful. Their strengths forced them to leave their bodies prematurely. They were eternal beings, after all. One by one, as the Deities added… diversity, let's say, the Drakkens were made into anchors of the world upon their deaths."
"I don't understand," Replicus said as he assumed full consciousness from the initial surprise. "What does the word 'anchor' even mean in this context? If Aigas was already created before the Drakkens were made, what purpose do they serve?"
Sause didn't look away from the distant bowl of swirling souls.
"Did you ever encounter one of the Luminants?" he asked.
"Yes, I did. I killed an Arch Luminant named Dezrael in the Labyrinth of the Yoke," Replicus replied.
"I see. Good. Then you must know that Dezrael's world fell at the hands of Fulgardt, a Divine."
"Yes."
Replicus remembered Dezrael raving about this.
(A\N: Refer to Ch.66).
"The world of the Luminants was rather shallow. It was made by one, weak ambitious Deity without much in the way of planning. It had no anchor. An anchor helps greatly in establishing greater Rules such as the ones that keep ominous evils out of Aigas. I'm sure you know how devastating it is for such kinds of greedy creatures to be let loose."
Replicus frowned.
Indeed.
On both occasions when he faced Somanda in the 'flesh' – back when he inhabited the treasure SoSei and back when he achieved Divinity, Replicus was only saved much of the hassle thanks to the fact that Somanda couldn't manifest his powers wholly because of the Rules.
"I see," Replicus said. "So, are you saying worlds need the collaboration of more than Deity?"
"Not exactly," Sause said, his face and tone still suspiciously serious. "However, it makes the deed of creating an anchor much easier. Quintess made the Drakkens and Listafelle as well as Suzamete handled the rest. It was a partnership."
Replicus nodded as did Aurolio whose eyes still shone silvery with intrigue.
So, it wasn't about partnership at all, was it? But more like planning and creating the right conditions for Rules to be established. It seemed this anchor ate a lot of the powers of the Deities to create though.
Replicus didn't know he had nearly gotten the full knowledge of a relevant case study of another such world where Deities collaborated to create a Rich world – Faaminl, Actuass' home world.
The anchor the Deities created was the Alternates they made who, instead of heading and caring for the creations of their original bodies, caused misery instead – at somewhat regulated intervals, of course.
(A\N: Refer to Ch.1093).
"Well, this certainly isn't what I was expecting," Aurolio said with a chuckle.
"Yeah," Replicus concurred, but then out of curiosity, he asked Sause:
"What happens to a Deity when their world is destroyed? I mean, assuming they used their bodies to make that world, like here on Aigas."
Sause wore a grave look. His cheery 'ahahas' seemed more like a distant dream now.
"They become Corrupted," he answered simply.
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