Electus - Chapter 489

Piercing through a nearby tunnel on the other side of the pit, the group meets with a structure they did not expect.

In this underground town, they expected a large volcano in the middle like what the old underground town of Lan Zhe represented.

But this only proves that the Calidum Lutum are survivors worthy of the title of being ancient people.

Describing the structure, there’s a wide opening that interjects the form of a big staircase. It of course goes straight down, each step stretching half a meter wide.

Truly befitting the average size of a Calidum Lutum, last thing anyone would need is short staircases, Kazer is a big example if we look a few months back.

The structure of this staircase isn’t exactly carved to perfection, they can see a lot of basalt and a bit of volcanic rock, forming a 20 foot wide rectangle that’s bent downwards and is out of proper shape.

One thing that shows some attributes from the old Lan Zhe however, are tunnels/doorways being close to each other. These tunnels can lead to any direction, up and down even which grants the vibe of an expansive underground town.

Names in mind, the young Ada steps closer towards Qutalis and utters a single question while walking down carefully on the steps. “What’s this town named?”

“Lan Shutak.” The old man answers and thus leaves everyone at a grave shock.

“Do you understand how much that relates to the other tribe!” Ada yells out, her eyes sparkling with joy and even began to jump a little bit?

“Really, what’s the tribe’s name?” Qutalis questions, keeping his excitement caged behind a tired face.

“Lan Zhe! See the first name relates.” Eric budges in, feeling glad as a King to talk about his town.

Carrying a wider smile this time, the geezer cites. “Looks like we’re closer to our roots than we thought, I’m not fit for travel otherwise I would.”

Agile to guarantee, Eric explains. “I’ll set up a team for that tomorrow, it’s not that hard to find the tribe especially since all of you speak the Ignite language for some reason.”

Taking a turn to the left after passing by 3 tunnels on their side, the old man’s tone rises in enthusiasm, chanting. “The two tribes will be merged forever, by the will of Calidus.”

Walking a few more steps forward, they take  another left turn and walk in a small cave, it perhaps stretches 20 feet wide, looks more like a hole really.

There are 3 people in this hole, their heads are clear to see thanks to the illumination of which a fire provides, that takes base right in the middle of them.

“My sisters, I bring you the King of Lan Shutak!” Qutalis thunders, his tone starting dim and hollering at the end so the ladies don’t get spooked.

“Impossible!” One of the ladies turns around and that’s the first thing she spoke.

“We don’t need to cut the young boy again, I saw it, that should be enough for you.” Qutalis mumbles through the sentence, feeling himself getting more and more tired. “Forgive me, I haven’t slept in a week.”

Scared that the old man will die in front of them, Sekun questions. “Why haven’t you slept? You need sleep now more than ever.”

“I had an immense feeling for a week, I sensed that someone will come but never expected you all.” The geezer utters, well at least he isn’t dying, a lot of Calidum Lutum lived for 2,000 years before.

In the same second, they see the ladies twitching their bodies towards the entrance or in other words, the group, bending down and almost kissing the ground with that cat pose.

“Welcome our King.” They uttered at the same time and hear an unfamiliar tone demanding. “Please rise, don’t treat me like a god.”

Facing the group once more, one of these three blonde haired ladies as if hissing, questions. “Who are you little slave? Why do you speak for the King?”

At this point Eric feels beyond dumb founded and can’t quite figure out who this 1,700 year old lady is talking to, because his group literally has 4 different races or species.

Thankfully the old man breaks the awkward silence, “That’s no slave my sisters, that little Ignite boy is the golden blood.”

The three ladies have it hard to believe it, most definitely find it impossible but Qutalis is known as a man who always tells the truth in 100% of any given circ.u.mstances.

So one of them speaks for the rest, “We apologise my King, this is just unusual. Tell us, what brings you in our den.”

Breaking a possibly long repetitive conversation, the old man cuts it short. “The boy is seeking the boots of Kashentis, has to kill a lot of demons with black fire apparently. I don’t have the energy to tell you everything so summon black fire or lady Kashentis or whomever you need.”

The summoner lady in the very middle stands up and utters, “As much as we would love to help you, black fire is impossible for us and summoning lady Kashentis could kill us all.”

“Kill us all?” Eric repeats, his ego tad hurt.

Becoming bolder than needed, he presents. “I’m not just the golden blood, I’m also the new Electus! As an Ignite she has no choice but to help me!”

“The Electus doesn’t belong to one continent my King. You have control over her the same as you have control over any other continent, zero to none.” Might be harshly projected but the lady in the middle is uttering the truth.

That and she doesn’t quite like that an Ignite has been blessed with such tremendous power. She still doesn’t believe that this boy is what he claims, the combinations sound like the bizarre above the bizarre.

Trying not to burst on these ladies who consider him a King, Eric instead weighs in the situation. “Well we just have to take the risks then or else these continents I have no control over, will be crumbled into nothingness. The demons have figured out how to destroy entire continents and I’m not talking about war!”

“Then what are we waiting for?” The lady on the right thunders, possibly the oldest here. “Let’s summon Kashentis ladies, it’s either die now or die later.”

“Yes, we have no choice.” The other added and the last nodded.

After that, one of the golden haired ladies demands. “Now I need all of you, apart from our King to get out. Kashentis can kill you all.”

Grabbing Eric by the hand, Ada utters with a soft tone. “I can stay with you.”

“Don’t worry, I think she will reason with me. The whole world is at danger after all, plus I’m the Electus so…” Right at that second, he feels a soft touch on his lips, fairly the first time he feels anything like it.

Thankfully no one else here would be comfortable enough to do that, not even Rash the goblin demon.

It’s indeed Ada, the kiss lasted just for a few seconds and diminished the young King’s self praise. Separating from the kiss, she whispers. “In case we all die here.”

Right now, the young boy’s ability to speak has been taken away from that kiss, the raging shyness Eric has carried through most of his life, emerged again.

But yet he still manages to utter a sentence, that doesn’t quite add up. “Boots kill.”

“Sit.” The oldest lady here demands, her tone thundering more than ever.

And so one of the old ladies, pulls one of her golden hairs off and tosses it in the fire, stretching one sentence. “The summoning has begun.”

Right after, the one on the right dips her hand right above the flame, it’s surrounding the ladies palm a bit but surprisingly she isn’t pulling it back as if not having pain sensors.

Calm enough, she even adds. “I ensure that.”

Right after, the two remaining ladies rip off one thread of hair from their heads and toss it in the fire, adding. “We ensure it as well.”

Pulling their hands out of the fire, one of them looks at Eric and demands. “Pull out one of your hairs and toss it in the fire, or else Kashentis will see you as a threatening stranger.”

And such a sentence forced the feelings of shyness right out of the young Electus, of course he obeyed the command right after.

“Place your hand on the fire and assure us.” One of them continued with a demand, rather hard to follow.

But yet again he isn’t a stranger to burns, so after a bit of hesitation he places his hand directly in the fire and becomes overwhelmed once trying to comprehend one fact. “It isn’t hurting…”

“Then you assured us.” One of them speaks, whatever the hell that means.

Reaching both hands on the fire, one would think this old lady is crazy but the next step is what Eric thought impossible.

She somehow separates a bit of the campfire, as if grabbing a chunk of the fire and now holding it on her hand.

Even a fire blaster can’t do this so what in the name of hell, peaceful or non peaceful is going on?!

The two other ladies repeated the procedure successfully and ask Eric, “You do that as well.”

Since the fire doesn’t burn his skin, the young man had no problem mimicking them but the next required step got him confused.

“Talk to the fire.” One of them guided. “Tell it what you demand.”

Not sure how this works, being the first time he gets exposed to such sorcery, Eric builds up a poor sentence. “I want to see boots of Kashentis… wait no, I want to see Kashentis herself.”

“We assure his demand.” The three ladies uttered all at the same time.

“Breathe the fire in with your nose.” The oldest lady guides once again.

Well this is certainly becoming more bizarre but he got this far so why not, taking one deep breath he sees the fire diminish in a split second and wonders if he did it wrong.

Seeing the three ladies do the same, he knows it was done right.

“Now breathe it out with your mouth.” The lady carrying the longest hair, guides.

Now, that flaming orange fire he… consumed from the looks of it, came out green. Absolutely bizarre but sure cleared out any buggers he had through that route, now he can breathe a bit more clearly and admire the smoke this room has.

The three ladies blew out fire as well, except each of theirs has a different colour. Specifically: red, blue and purple.

Finally reaching what seems like the end of the procedure, the oldest lady utters. “Now all of us together have to spit in the fire. On 3.”

“1, 2, 3!”

And so at the same time they spit at the fire, watch it shun down in just a split second as if someone came by and poured 10 buckets over it.

Immense darkness captivated their field of view right after, and the young Electus can’t help feeling more nervous than his first kiss a bit earlier.

The room’s silence remained for just a quarter of a minute, Eric started thinking that this summoning didn’t work.

But just then, someone else joins the room, almost blinding them with the sudden entrance.

Standing a foot above where the campfire used to be, a fire by skin colour figure stands in front of Eric.

Portraying a feminine form that’s covered with multiple layers of fur, but fire and fur usually doesn’t go well together which makes this all the more unique.

The lady’s tone echoes heavy in projection, thick enough to sound like a man but still has a dash of feminine.

Her words, poorly structured but this lady is a few millennia old. “Diminish youngling! Why have thou provoked my soul? Why have ye summoned Kashentis?”