Chapter 1018 The Meaning In Ascension

1018 The Meaning In Ascension

Agmold, Pelian.

GUUM! GUUUM!

"Dear Quintess! What in the world is that?!"

"Aaargh! Run!"

"Why aren't the Capital Knights doing anything?! Why don't they kill it?!"

"It's going to flatten our houses at this rate!"

A great ape moved regally through the wide streets of the capital of Pelian.

Its size was immensely intimidating.

It wasn't an overreaction by the crowds to flee and curse it as they clung to their loved ones, after all, most people were used to attaching the march of a twelve-meter-tall beast to senseless destruction, and in truth, that usually was the case.

It didn't help that the greatest city in Pelian had endured several attacks by the Carven which had been warded away swiftly by the most powerful band of Capital Knights this generation had ever known, propagating the bias further.

Of course, Azila didn't care for the notions that the humans held. He didn't care for their fears or worries.

They were such fickle creatures anyway. Well, most of them.

On the sides of the street that he languidly pranced, flanked by great, rising buildings that mostly served as stores and displays for business, rows of Capital Knights decked in silver armor stood at the ready, but did not emit hostile intent. They, unlike the ignorant masses, were trained to distinguish between common beasts and guardians that emerged from Sacred Forests.

This wasn't a new thing, after all. It was common eighty millennia ago, rather four, for humans to communicate with such creatures.

As such, the Knights allowed the majestic beast to pass while keeping caution in their pockets.

Azila audibly scoffed, but deep down, he was impressed that there were still humans who were this educated.

Eventually, the screaming and flailing common folk prone to panic, also started to notice that this visitor did not mean any harm.

The first indicator, was its steps.

Despite the impact the ape's fists had as they hammered the ground, the wide, clean brick road was no damaged at all. There was a concise rhythm to the beast's movement as well.

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Better yet, rather than looking like a vicious, mad abomination, the great, ape, which featured an equally great mane around its neck, had clean, glinting black fur wreathed in golden runes that were so vibrant they seemed to move in mesmerizing patterns. There was even a sweet scent that seemed to waft from this fur, which smelled like a mix of cinnamon, mint and banana.

The most bizarre yet interesting feature about this animal, though, was the great crown of light which floated over its head.

A faint star was lit in the middle of this crown, its luminance different from that of the crown itself. It seemed to hold some significance. Some grave description that brought on a calm to this section of the city.

As Azila continued to saunter, the reception he received from the different individuals from different parts of Agmold told him a great many things.

Just like beasts, indeed, not all humans were the same.

Of course, his purpose here was not to learn about the supposed superior races of this world.

Azila scowled and stood from where he sat.

He understood Asthon's analogy quite well. Frankly, he had feared this was what he would hear today of all days, when he came to seek help and wisdom.

"You mean we are stepping stones for humans?!"

"Ah. There it is. Brutish pride," Ashton said with a cackle that sounded much like that of a crow. "Your immediate thought is to spit on the very thought of being below a human. A beast like you, with esteem and reason would rather be equal to them or above them. Well, that is not the way of the beast nor that of a root."

Ashton, the Trueworth Bill, bounced off the throne and dropped to the floor.

"I know several beasts from back in the day who began to understand the true essence of being a beast. The patience it demands. You remember Feem, that conniving dog, Onun that filthy bear, and Dellan that sly, ever-grinning fox? What did they all make of themselves?"

Azila quelled his rage and thought on these words.

All these beasts...

What had they chosen to do since the Grand Wars? Oh, right.

"They came into the service of powerful humans," Azila replied.

Ashton cackled.

"More specifically..."

Azila sighed.

"They made themselves guardians of human legacies."

"Precisely!" Ashton screamed and he flapped his wings. "It seems like they earned nothing for all these years they spent waiting for seekers of the legacies they guard, but I should ask, what becomes of a fruit after it is spent? Say an apple that turns ripe and remains unplucked. What happens to it, my dear Azila? What happens to its flesh and seed?"

The great ape gnashed his teeth.

"They falls to the ground... where the roots lie."

The Trueworth Bill cackled again.

"Indeed. Now tell me. That greedy fox who spent a quarter of his life guarding the Immoral's tomb... He might have been far less gifted than you in the beginning, but where is he now?"

Azila strained.

He knew the answer, but he didn't want to admit it.

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[Author's Note]

We will be returning to the 'Race For Edagon', the second from last major arc of this volume. This is easily my most ambitious arc yet. So much is going to be happening, and I hope I can make it all palatable.

With that in mind, the next chapter is an Index of sorts to help you navigate through many of the individuals and powers of the cast following our protagonist.

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