chapter 3: Search Is Over?
A girl sat atop a massive boulder—one as large as a one-story building, its surface uneven and jagged as though shaped by time itself.
She looked young—beautiful in a quiet, natural way—but there was something off about her. A strange depth in her eyes, a persona far too heavy for someone of her age.
She was Silvia.
Behind her rose a towering mountain highest of all four mountais of leo'rashy, its peak piercing through dense white clouds, as if it dared to touch the blazing sun—yet was forever denied. At its summit stood a glorious temple, built of red and black stone slabs, its structure bathed in drifting mist, giving it the eerie illusion of something divine... something watching mortals from above.
Silvia sat still, her gaze lost somewhere distant.
Her fingers slowly tightened over the rough stone beneath her.
"He is nowhere... what should I tell mother...?" she murmured under her breath, her voice faint and tired.
She lowered her head slightly, brows knitting in frustration.
"Before telling her... I must ask the lord's 'son'... he might give me some revelations... or at least a hand to handle mother..."
As she sank deeper into her thoughts, trying to prepare excuses for the inevitable, a loud metallic sound suddenly echoed across the land.
CLANG.
Silvia didn't flinch.
She wasn't surprised.
Instead, her eyes lifted slightly—with curiosity.
The "Bell of Tranquility" had rung.
Slowly, she rose to her feet atop the boulder, her posture straight, her eyes fixed toward the temple above—waiting.
Then came a voice.
Heavy. Solid. Resonating like iron striking stone.
It descended along with the fading bell, as if falling from the heavens themselves.
"My family of leo'rashy.. our comrades from war of agaony have returned with loss of many our souls and also the war itself , so Prepare for all emotions... And let not drain them more into the despair and the lords son himself saint Leo wishes you all to not fall into despair. Everyone is destined to meet the lord and who met will be on peak of heaven itself ."
The voice faded.
Silence followed.
Silvia's expression didn't change.
Her interest faded just as quickly as it had risen.
She let out a quiet sigh and slowly sat back down.
Her problems were far greater.
Her despair had already fallen into the abyss—twice.
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A deep rumble shook the ground.
The biggest of all four mountain's belly down ... began to open.
Without friction, without sound—like something impossibly smooth—the massive stone gate parted, revealing an entrance tall enough for giants.
From within, the sound of marching echoed.
Metal against earth.
Steady. Unified.
The soldiers emerged, flowing into the town like a river of steel.
People began to gather.
The air filled with tension, anticipation... emotion.
Yet the soldiers maintained their formation.
Even with visible relief and buried joy, they marched with discipline.
Some stood in perfect form.
Some had lost limbs.
But all shared the same silent feeling.
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Among them, one figure stood out.
A boy.
Dressed in armor, his right hand wrapped in bandages.
He looked too young for war—like someone who had only just begun to understand life.
His dark blue eyes wandered... and stopped.
On the boulder.
On Silvia.
He froze for a moment—then his face lit up.
Breaking formation without hesitation, he ran forward and stopped below the boulder, looking up at her.
His lips curled into surprise.
"Silvia... what are you doing here?"
Then, as if remembering something, his expression softened.
His voice lowered.
"Why are you here... shouldn't you be beside Aunt Varna...?"
Silvia looked down at him.
Her expression remained blank.
"I was looking for Laryoal but... but couldn't find him yet."
She stood up slowly, her figure firm against the sky.
The boy frowned slightly, confusion filling his eyes.
"Yet? That's surprising... he's not at his regular place in the forest..."
He paused, thinking.
Then spoke again, more urgently.
"Then you should hurry and tell Master Leo to get help—and ask help of him for Aunt Rouny."
He fell silent, waiting.
Silvia didn't hesitate.
"I know... I was just going to do that."
The boy nodded quickly, a hint of urgency returning.
"Okay. Tell me about it in the noon. I'll come to your home with mother."
He glanced back at the marching soldiers.
Then stepped back, already turning.
"Okay, bye. I need to go now."
Without waiting, he ran—rejoining the line as if nothing had happened.
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Silvia climbed down from the boulder.
Her steps were steady.
Without looking back, she walked toward the mountain—the massive gate still open like a silent invitation.
After a long walk, she paused.
Took a deep breath.
Then stepped inside.
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Inside the temple, mist lingered faintly in the air.
Heavy wooden windows remained tightly shut, preventing the fog from overtaking the hall.
Her footsteps echoed softly as she walked deeper.
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...
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in the kingdom of Marion..
Inside a grand red mansion layered with hints of dark blue—
A man entered a room.
He had long, black, curled hair that fell over his shoulders, and a tattoo on his neck—a crow strangling against a rope of thrones... yet smiling in defiance.
Inside the room, several people were already seated in perfect discipline.
Waiting.
The moment they saw him—
They stood.
Dropped to their knees.
And bowed deeply.
"Saleron, the High."
The man walked past them without a glance.
As though His presence alone carried weight.
He sat on a tall wooden chair embedded with shiney stains , resting back with sharp eyes.
Then replied calmly—
"Saleron, the High."
Silence fell.
His gaze swept across the room.
Then, in a heavy voice—
"Bring him."
A man stepped forward, dragging another along.
The prisoner looked around forty—thin, straight posture—but now bound and worn.
The man holding him spoke respectfully—
"Sir Alimer... he is not opening his mouth. I clearly saw he was holding the suitcase when he was leaving the house. When I was about to jump in, he went back to his home again with the suitcase in his hand... and came out with empty hands. So I didn't waste time—I captured him and took him back. But..."
He hesitated.
"...there was a shocking scene. His wife was dead—her throat cut—and the entire interior was in shambles. Everything scattered. But the biggest surprise... this man showed no empathy as it should been shown."
He tightened his grip on the prisoner.
"We searched the entire house—even his strange room seems hidden one but still Nothing even there . Just an old rack of books... and a strange suitcase."
Silence followed.
Alimer glanced at the prisoner.
Then chuckled softly.
"Hmm... interesting."
He leaned forward slightly. And looked straight to the man in front of him who had stone straight face he was the same guy who took a strange crystals from his chest back at his secret room the father of the young man man named sariyo who died beside Silvias father.
"Well, Sahir... you lost your whole family in a blink of an eye. That's strange."
He stood up slowly and walked toward him.
Stopping inches away, he bent slightly and looked directly into his eyes.
Smiling.
"Well... I don't want to interfere in your personal matters... and you know that I hate journeys. Still, I came here myself—from agaony. It's a headache."
He tilted his head slightly.
"So I'm asking you... please... can you hand over that book to me?"
He waited.
Patient.
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The man tied in ropes slowly lifted his head.
His eyes were bloodshot.
His voice strained.
"I don't know... I've been telling this all day. You should know that no one can touch the book except the owner... nor can they carry it. And about its hidden place... your people checked every corner of the house. Even found the suitcase—which is the only way for a non-owner to carry it..."
His head dropped slightly in pain.
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Silence.
Then—
BAM.
Alimer's fist crashed into his face.
Blood splattered across the room.
He grabbed the man's hair, forcing his head up.
Smiling wider.
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
His voice turned colder.
"If no one can touch it without ownership... and the suitcase is needed to carry it... then how is it not with you?"
He stepped back, calmly wiping blood from his clothes.
Then continued—
"You see... father bestowed the book to you with 4 crystals ,to fool that servant of the devil... But still lost his own one which was the pincle one of all three to that bootlicker of devil but I some how got that one Auskle'(the shiny crystals with different colors).'"
His tone darkened.
"But still recently... those priests took my father's Auskle I got out from devil and killed my top members in collinga"
He looked back at him.
Smiling again.
"And now you're telling me... you lost the book?"
A pause.
Then softly—
"How is that possible?"
He stepped closer again.
"So... tell me. Where is it?"
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The prisoner struggled.
Slowly raised his head again.
His face broken. Blood dripping.
Yet—
He smiled.
Teeth shattered.
Jaw trembling.
"Alimer... I'm telling you... it's not with me."
He coughed.
Then whispered—
"But one thing is for sure... I know where it's going now..."
His eyes gleamed faintly.
"But as you already know... I'm not telling you. Your father—my master—made me promi—"
Before he could finish—
THUD.
An axe split his head in half.
Silence rose in the room
A slim man with sharp hairs and black sharp eyes , took the bloody axe from slitted head and mounted it in front of his legs standing straight his black leather shoes which had diamond shaped bulged leather disign soaked with blood and he was looking down on the every drop of blood flowing down from his bloody axe as his eyebrows ends tilted slightly upward making his eye show all the emotions then his closed face with black scarf he also had a same crow tattoo on his neck and similar craved on his leather show which was now bathed with thick blood.
As he stood still next.
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Alimer face covered with fresh warm blood ,he didn't care as
He walked back to his seat and sat down slowly.
His fingers tapped the armrest.
Then he muttered—
"...going?"
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...
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Back in the temple—
Silvia stood before a large dark wooden door.
Her posture straight.
Her voice steady.
"Tell the lord that the daughter of Bossele, Silvia, wishes to meet."
The guard studied her for a moment.
Then nodded.
He entered.
Moments later, he returned.
"You may enter."
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Silvia stepped inside.
And once again—
She entered a different world.
There were no walls of brick or wood.
Instead—
Black, wet stone surrounded the space.
Above, twelve cracks allowed sunlight to pierce through, each beam falling in different directions.
One beam struck a small waterfall directly ahead.
The others scattered light across the room—
Leaving most of it in shadow.
Blue-black.
Eerie.
Divine.
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She looked toward the waterfall.
Water flowed from the mountain itself—
Though no source existed outside.
That thought alone sent a chill through her.
Fear.
Devotion.
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Before the waterfall—
A man sat.
Still.
Unmoving.
Like a statue.
Long black-blue hair flowed down to the ground.
Silvia exhaled softly in relief.
Then dropped to her knees.
"Leo Sethario... the omen of water."
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Without turning—
Without moving—
The man replied in a calm, holy voice—
"May omen fall on us all... Leo Sethario."
A pause.
Then—
"Silvia... Bossele is with the lord now. He is closer to the lord than myself."
Her fingers tightened slightly.
"So do not worry. Bring your mother here tomorrow to complete the last ritual. As the wife of a priest, it must be done."
He continued—
"And about Laryoal... the lord gave a revelation. Do not search for him anymore. He has already left the town."
Silence.
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Silvia's eyes widened slightly.
So many questions rose—
But she swallowed them.
Still—
She couldn't stop herself.
Her voice softened.
"But... master... mother will not bear that..."
She stopped.
Not daring to ask more.
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The man finally spoke again.
Still calm.
Still distant.
"Do not worry about that, i will take that responsibility to calm varna As you know... there is much to be done in the future."
A pause.
"I want you to continue your father's legacy—as a devotee of the lord and priest of this temple."
Then, gently—
"Do not worry. It is not absolute. You may make your own choice. There is no time limit."
He stood up slowly.
Turned toward her.
A faint smile visible through the mist.
"You may go now."
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Later—
Silvia stepped out.
Her steps were heavier now.
As she walked back toward her home—
A voice echoed once more from the temple behind her.
Heavy.
Unavoidable.
"All devotees of the lord whose beloved's bodies have not returned... must cremate their clothes and bring the ashes to the temple in an urn—for the lord's blessing to bath there soul in Nizens water fall."
Silence followed.
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Silvia did not turn back.
Not even once.
She kept walking—
Her expression heavy.
Her thoughts... heavier.
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The End