Lord Shadow - Chapter 1585 An Old Dream

ROARS!

The roars echoes again, this time  a bit louder, a bit clearer. And so, the feeling become even more clear.

“Anger”

“Come…..See…..Fate…Destiny” the word seems to e spoke in other languages but when the words come to his ears he translated it almost immediately like he had spoken these words for a long time.

“One…..Ten…Forge….” Azief eyebrows frowned as he tilted his head.

A voice seem to be coming from afar, telling words he never heard and could not understand

“Call of the Void” he thought to himself.

Is this the Call of the Void, one of the skills he got before?

But, if this is a call from the Void, from which Void did this word came from? And more importantly, who is the one that is speaking.

And why to him?

Or is it to anyone who has these rings could hear these voices?

Or is it because of him, that he could hear it?

The more he listens, the more he felt the feelings of that being who roars in his ears

He feels unwilling, he feels anger, he feels sad like he had lost everything. This sadness seems to covers his entire being, drowning him in a sea of bitterness.

“bitter” that’s the word he wanted to use.

There was anger, yes.

There was unwillingness. That is also true.

But the feeling that is most prominent is not those feeling. But a feeling of bitterness that could not be hidden.

A bitterness that seems to take away all the sweetness of life and drain it all way.

A bitterness that seep deep into one soul

Whose roars is this? And why does when the word spell hope, all he could feel is this feeling of bitterness mixed with hopelessness.

And then he shakes his head, like he is releasing himself from some kind of spell.

And then he opens his eyes and he could see that there is only one ring, floating in front of him.

“It merge” he mutters

“Forge…” A wind blows and it felt like a word form, and the word echoes and his ears hears.

“Forge’ he mutters, like the word answers his question

And on this ring, on the face of the ring, there is that word.

Hope.

And a blue light seems to envelops him. And he heard words again

“Qualified”

And a voice echo

“The One?”

“The Only One”

Another voice seems to answer and before Azief could try to do anything, he felt himself being sucked into something and a light covers his entire being and his Divine Sense, his energy were all locked and sealed complete and suddenly there is this feeling like he had bene disintegrated and all that is left is nothingness

And he disappeared

Like he had never existed.

….

In the vast cosmic space, amidst the glittering stars and swirling nebulae, there existed a broken Star.

This celestial anomaly is unlike any other, for it possessed qualities that defied the conventional laws of the universe.

This broken star was akin to a colossal, jagged vessel sailing through the cosmic seas.

Its immense, irregularly shaped frame stretched for miles on end, appearing as though it had been hewn from a gargantuan asteroid or a fragment of a shattered planet.

Its surface was rugged and pockmarked with craters, a sight of the eons of cosmic battles it had weathered.

The star surface is sometimes bathed in an otherworldly, azure luminescence, casting an eerie, ethereal glow across the expanse of space.

This spectral radiance seemed to emanate from deep within its core, where arcane energies swirled and danced, creating mesmerizing patterns that pulsed with an almost hypnotic allure.

As the broken star traversed the cosmos, it will leave a trail of sparkling stardust in its wake, like a comet streaking across the night sky.

It moved with an uncanny grace, navigating through dimensions and galaxy systems as effortlessly as a shuttle traveling at light speed.

Some ancient beings knows this broken star by another name Interium. A star filled with warriors, vagrants, vagabonds and wanderer of the cosmos.

And standing on its helm of this broken star is that mysterious figure known as Wargod,

To many beings, Wargod is a cosmic wanderer with unparalleled mastery over the celestial currents.

He had always commanded this fractured titan of the cosmos with an air of authority, guiding it through the boundless realms of existence

No one knows why he lives in such a way but to some ancient being they know why Wargod live in such a way.

He is running. And some knows that he is running but do not know who he is running from.

As to those who knows who he is running from, these are the same ancient being in the same generation as he is.

Today, Wargod does not sit on his throne and goes to his Colosseums. Instead, he is inside his chamber.

He is sleeping.

And he rarely sleeps.

And when he sleeps, he dreams. And when he dreams, he feel sad. He feels angry. He feel bitter. And he feels hopeless.

And so, he rarely sleeps.

But today he sleeps. And he sleeps like he had never sleep before. Beings like Wargod do not have to sleep.

However, that depends of the circumstances.

Because sleep for mortals and sleep for godly beings are different. Mortals sleeps to gain energy, clear their mind, organize their memories and their thoughts.

And gods are also like that but most of the time, when they sleep, it means they are low on energy and needed to recharge.

There is many myths, across many worlds and many dimension and realities about gods on slumber.

They sleep and they take a nap.

There is tales of folklore of Dreaming Creator. In some myths, it is believed that the universe itself is the dream of a slumbering deity.

This god, often referred to as the Dreamer, sleeps in a cosmic chamber, and every dream creates a new world or dimension.

When the Dreamer awakens, it signifies the end of that universe’s existence.

There is also the kind of myth where gods and divine beings slumber to gather their strength for a future cosmic battle.

It is said that when these deities awaken, they will bring about great changes in the universe, either to restore balance or to unleash cataclysmic events.

And then there is the kind of tales like of a Dreaming Universe

Some myths posit that gods dream the worlds into existence.

Every night, as they sleep, they dream of a new world, its inhabitants, and its history.

When they awaken, these worlds are born into reality.

Then there is the stories about Sleeping Guardians

In this kind of myths gods are believed to take a prolonged slumber to protect the world from their immense powers.

During their sleep, they act as silent guardians, ensuring that their influence does not disrupt the lives of mortals.

Only in times of dire need do they awaken to intervene. And then there is stories and folklores of gods that dreams eternally

The kind of god which is called the Eternal Dreamers

In these myths, gods are said to dream eternally, continuously creating and experiencing new worlds within their dreams.

They are caught in an unending cycle of creation, destruction, and renewal, with no true awakening or closure.

Why would there be so many myths of gods and divine beings taking to sleep?

Consciousness of divinity marks mortals.

Just like Sun Wukong create a mark in the mind of mortals in some world, just like the stories of Olympus and Asgard became myths on many worlds, projecting some kind of Divine Stamp on the consciousness of mortals, the myths of divine beings taking a sleep, also came from a grain of truth

Today, Wargod sleeps.

Because the Temple in his star seems to have send him a vision, a whisper, a song

And so, he sleeps.

And in his sleep.

He remembers an ancient memory.

A very ancient one.

It is a happy memory.

A memory that is filled with colours.

For millions of years since he was born, life begins with colour and then as the years goes by and the loneliness of the cosmos had taught him, the colours disappear and the world seem grey and bleak.

And then it is filled with colours and he learns happiness.

Just like the others, though, it is ironic that the only reason why it was so filled with colour, that the reasons why they feel happiness is because they learned what it feel like….to feel sadness

They appreciate each other because they could lose somebody. They appreciate life because at that time, they could finally die

Sun dawning over the horizon look so much beautiful when you know it will end.

The night came and replace the day and it is beautiful because one day, these alternating beauty of night and day would end.

Because only because it ends, it has meaning

And so, emotions are strong because people do not want to lose this beauty. It is the sense of loss that makes everything so beautiful

It is the impermanence of everything that infinitely elevated every single common beauty to a transcended beauty.

That only in tragic moment that the most pure and beautiful happiness could be found by overcoming that darkness of those tragic moments.

And so, the dreams fills him with all kinds of feelings. He heard the whispers, the song and the voices that came from the void

And for him, dreams like this…is a rare dream.

Like a dream that is guided.

And Wargod knows who guides his dream and he allows the dreams to be guided

And then he saw a light and he knew he had to woke up. And he opens his eyes and he felt the energy.

An ancient energy erupted.

An energy only  a few could trace. An energy force that only few still remembers.

“Old friends” he mutters

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