Chapter 1226: Five
The military man felt it too. The searing heat. He was shocked like the others. But his pride had been challenged. There was no turning back now.
He was about to move. Then a voice boomed across the hall.
“We will start the Virelenna now.”
The military man paused. That voice, there was no mistaking it.
The voice of their star. Iron Crown.
He clenched his teeth, sent a cold glare toward Atticus, then turned away, his eyes shifting to the image that had suddenly appeared high above them all.
The gazes of Atticus and the other gods followed.
As he saw, Atticus’ eyes narrowed instantly. On the image, he spotted his star, Quiet Flame, seated at one edge, alongside three other figures.
‘Other stars,’ he identified at once.
His focus shifted to the one who had just spoken. A figure of metal and light, with swords floating behind him like rays.
‘Iron Crown. The star of Terrvenos.’
The names and appearances of the other stars were one of the few things Atticus had been able to extract from Quiet Flame. He glanced to the side.
He could feel the pride radiating off the gods of Terrvenos at the fact that it was their star taking the lead.
“I am the star of Terrvenos, Iron Crown. I welcome you all to my domain.”
He left a brief pause before continuing.
“I believe your respective stars have informed you of the reason for this gathering. The Virelenna.”
“It is a sacred concept to the lower planes. A battle where gods clash for the right to ascend. You are all here to take part in this sacred tradition, and regardless of the victor, it is a victory for the lower planes.”
Atticus heard a derisive snort from behind. Whisker. And he was truly starting to regret bringing the man along.
Iron Crown continued.
“But I bring good news. This Virelenna… will be unlike the rest.”
At those words, Atticus noted two important reactions. First, the other gods hadn’t even flinched. Second, among the stars, only Quiet Flame showed a reaction, his hands subtly clenched.
‘They all knew. Except us.’
Atticus’ gaze grew cold.
‘Looks like we’re more disadvantaged than I thought.’
Still, he kept listening as Iron Crown went on.
The star gestured, and the screen above expanded, revealing multiple figures with composed demeanors and varying appearances.
“These,” Iron Crown said, “are people from the middle planes.”
Atticus’ eyes constricted. And from the sudden coldness rolling off Whisker, he knew the man was just as shocked.
“They are here to witness this Virelenna. And they come with promises. To the winning world, they offer the chance to join one of their factions in the middle planes. To receive protection, resources, and support… until your world rises to become one of the greats.”
“But that’s not all. These benefits will not be limited to the victors alone. For those who prove themselves during the Virelenna, the factions have already pledged interest. Perform well, and they will offer what support they can—resources, partnerships, perhaps even a place within their ranks.”
Atticus watched as the other gods stood straighter, their expressions sharpened with renewed resolve. Even if they didn’t win… there was still much to gain.
But as he observed, his own eyes only darkened.
‘They’re already supporting some of them.’
It was a frightening thought, but he believed it to be true.
Whisker had told him about the major Will factions in the middle planes, and now, Atticus could feel the traces of their Will radiating from some of the gods around him.
He cast a glance at Whisker, and their gazes met. They didn’t need words. They had both come to the same conclusion.
‘Quiet Flame didn’t say anything.’
Atticus hadn’t expected much from him. But the fact that Quiet Flame had kept this from him, this crucial detail, made Atticus question his motives.
Iron Crown’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.
“With that said, this meeting is concluded. The Virelenna will commence two days from now. Each world is to select five champions to represent them. Their god must be included. That will be all.”
The image disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and the hall fell into silence.
Then, as though triggered by an unseen signal, multiple portals opened behind each group.
It was time to leave.
The gods sent each other probing glances, eyes meeting, gauging, calculating.
And as though in silent agreement, they each turned away at the same time, stepping into their respective portals.
And as though in silent agreement, they each turned away at the same time, stepping into their respective portals.
Atticus, Whisker, and Magus appeared on the azure pathways leading toward Eldoralth.
“Well, that was very informative,” Whisker said with a wry smile. He sent a glance toward Magus. The man hadn’t uttered a single word, and even after all that, his expression still hadn’t changed.
“Let’s save everything for when we get back.”
The other stars were in contact with their gods. If they could hear them speak, they were already giving out information for free.
Whisker nodded and didn’t say anything else. Atticus used the walk back to Eldoralth to think and plan his next course of action.
After some time, they reached Eldoralth, where the other Eldorians were waiting with bated breath for their arrival.
“Supreme Ruler…” Oberon began.
“How did it go?” But Avalon cut in quickly.
All eyes were trained on Atticus as they waited for a response. At the very least, they were relieved, there were no signs of battle on them, and each of them looked just as flawless as when they left.
“The battle will take place in two days,” Atticus said succinctly. “We are to select five amongst us. Four, if we’re counting me.”
The group paused, absorbing his words.
“What about our opponents? Can we match them?” Jenera asked.
Atticus didn’t know how to answer that. “It’s difficult to tell unless we fight for real. But from what I felt… they’re not so much that’s it’s hopeless.”
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