Chapter 749 748. An Exciting Possibility

Chapter 749 748. An Exciting Possibility

"What happened to her?" The Inquisitor High Lord arrived at the Pope's Palace.

"She was mumbling something in her sleep and started sweating. She has no fever nor any poison in her system. None of us know what happened." Healer Hendrix, one of the Sanctum Council members, diagnosed Xylena as she was brought to the sick bay.

"Such ominous events continue to take us by surprise. This is not natural, we can surmise." Lord Inquisitor pondered and glanced at the Deputy Pope, "It has been a year since His Holiness left. We should raise the alarms and prepare to do our best. I sense there lurks an evil, out to cause upheaval."

With a stale face and dark eyes, Gabriel nodded without showing many expressions. After officially becoming the temporary Pope, he experienced firsthand how often Sylvester had to deal with crises. One after another, it was as if the world was on the brink of erupting in chaos at every given time.

"The fact that we don't understand what happened to Queen Xylena is what worries me the most. Felix hasn't responded back from his visit to Beastaria either. There is certainly a force acting behind our backs," Gabriel said.

"A force that doesn't belong to this world," added King Rathagun of Alfia, a surprising presence in the Holy Land but a welcomed one. "Every single mountain has been toppled. Every piece of land has been searched. Saint Viceman is nowhere to be seen."

"The Darkpit Sea remains." Guardian Julius suggested, "Emperor Raz and I can search it if we both go. Two Supreme Wizards shouldn't find trouble traversing the place."

"I shall join too," Rathagun added. "The Pope will be furious if I don't."

"I'll also go!" The Prince of Giants, Castell shouted. "I've completed my training and education here."

The room was filled with an air of melancholy. There was confusion since no one had any clue what was happening. Before, they always had a goal, a pathway that Sylvester suggested. Somehow, that path also always led to victory.

But now, they truly felt they were on their own. No amount of ancient wisdom was helpful.

"What should I tell Isabella? She just recently gave birth." Aurora changed the depressing topic, but the new one was even more gloomy.

They all silently looked down.

"Nothing," Gabriel decided. "Unless we have conclusive information to tell her, we'll keep the matter between us. Mother Xavia, please remain by Xylena's side."

...

Meanwhile, in a time unknown, in a place that technically didn't exist, standing between the countless moving eels, Sylvester felt so small and pointless. It was a feeling he had never felt before, as if he didn't even matter. A greatly humbling experience that seemingly yearned to alter his worldview, and in this case, his view on reality.

Nothing mattered as he was surrounded by infinite realities. Each eel contained a universe with its own set of rules. Each probably possessed life and people who hoped to grow strong like gods, never to realize the true extent of what lay beyond.

This view, this little peek into what the actual 'Gods' ruled over, made Sylvester almost give up. How could someone fight against something that controlled all of that? Who made all that?

"Each eel contains a reality across time and space."

"What do you mean, Maxy?"

"That, even I don't understand. Yet it makes sense." Sylvester shook his head, feeling uneasy. "Where do we stand now then? What is this space?"

Woosh!

"Maxy, I can't control it!" Miraj cried as he realized they had once again changed their location. "I don't know what's happening."

'Nehilius merely controls one of those universes, in one of those eels, or whatever those creatures are. Primordial Gods are above all this.' Sylvester's mind spun like a storm, trying to make sense of their situation. 'Only because I'm no longer a human I can survive the extremities of jumping between spaces.'

Woosh!

Once again, they jumped to a different reality. As they appeared in the new place, a massive cloud-like hand shining in cosmic red came descending towards them from above, as if trying to grab a hold of them.

'Another Nehilius-like creature?'

Having turned numb to the changes, as if it were a scripted play, they jumped into space just when they were about to be squashed by the creature.

"But it's so tasty. I don't like to waste food."

'Yeah, he's alright again.' That was enough for Sylvester to be sure. 'Time to find Dalgan and Zenith. I hope they're still alive.'

Woosh!

Sylvester simply made a small gap in the shield protecting Miraj, and they zoomed through space in no time. In quick repetitions, they went from one place to another, one deadly situation to another.

After almost three dozen jumps, Sylvester finally saw the mysterious eels.

"Stop!" He covered Miraj again and hugged him so tight that Miraj made a squeal from his mouth. "Don't try anything right now, Chonky."

"I didn't do anything anyway."

Sylvester still hadn't forgotten Miraj's folly. But for now, he quickly closed his eyes and tried to listen to the girl's voice that guided him through the mysterious space where he shouldn't be existing.

It required much deeper concentration this time, and yet he felt it was somewhat easier when it came to sensing the surroundings.

'Could be my increasing comprehension of spatial magic,' he reckoned, and focused with eyes closed. 'Where are you?'

And just when he hoped for it, a faint, desperate plea resonated in his ears.

'God, when will my wish come true?'

"There!" Sylvester's eyes opened wide, and he noticed the eels before him creating a pathway akin to a tunnel. He began moving immediately in the empty space, hopeful of finding Dalgan and Zenith along the way.

'I thought praying to you helps people. When will you help me?'

As he traveled, the little girl's voice became much clearer. Of course, he felt even more desperate.

"Maxy! Look!"

Sylvester looked to his right and skidded to a halt in that space. Since it was a tunnel, all he saw were eels that contained universes in them. It was a wall of them, but in between, Zenith's helmet was stuck.

"Zenith?!" He shouted.

"Sylvester!"

"They're stuck!" Sylvester rushed as fast as he could. He stopped using Elder Magic, which made his vision clearer as he couldn't see the eels anymore. With that, he noticed Zenith right there with Dalgan, hovering aimlessly, unable to move in any direction.

"What happened?!" Dalgan questioned, looking as if he had aged by years.

Sylvester sighed, wondering how much time actually passed. "Fate had something else planned, I'm afraid."

Zenith, without her armored helmet, stared at Sylvester's torso. Her eyes never moved, and soon, her hand pointed at him. "What's that on your chest?"

Shocked, Sylvester raised his brows as he looked down at Miraj's fluffy head. He alternated between them until he fixed his gaze on Zenith. "You can see Chonky?"

"Chonky? That's his name?" Dalgan blurted.

Sylvester again looked down, and then back at the man, "You can see him too?"

"Meow?"

Miraj's nostrils flared, and his tail wagged like never before as he realized a particular, very exciting possibility.