Chapter 115: Marcus Aurelius's Trial

Chapter 115: Marcus Aurelius's Trial



The walls of the memorial room were adorned with murals that spanned the entire spectrum of imagination.

Each mural told a story-a visual chronicle of Marcus Aurelius's journey and his contributions to the understanding of Aether...

The cosmos itself.

"Wow..."

Emir breathed as his gaze moved with reverence from one mesmerizing artwork to another, his eyes tracing the details of every brushstroke.

They seemed to come alive, depicting landscapes of distant galaxies and swirling nebulae.

One even had a massive but majestic being that towered over a galaxy of stars.

It appeared to be human... in shape, at least.

'...A primordial maybe?'

In another mural, Marcus was depicted as a figure of authority, surrounded by swirling currents of Aether.

His outstretched hand reached towards the cosmos as if beckoning its mysteries to reveal themselves.

'A bit much... no?'

Another mural depicted Marcus in the midst of experimentation, surrounded by arcing bolts of Aether and rune patterns.

He appeared as a master conductor, orchestrating a symphony of the Arcane.

'Or maybe not.'

The murals spoke of his timeless wisdom, inviting Emir to partake in a legend's legacy.

The legacy of Marcus Aurelius.

They served as a gateway to the secrets of the universe...n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Bridging the gap between the mortal realm and the infinite expanse beyond.

And as Emir stood amid this chamber of remembrance, he felt a connection to those who had come before him.

It was a place where the Celestial and the mortal converged.

Where the past and future intertwined.

A testament to the infinite possibilities that laid within the grasp of those who dared to seek.

Emir stood in awe, his eyes transfixed on what was before him.

But as he took a step back to fully take in the room, a wry smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath.

"I guess I'm in for a long, long game."

'Too bad I can't sell these though, he won't allow that.'

Emir began to look around, searching for what else he could find.

"Well, Marcus, let's see what you've got cooking in here..."

With a smirk, he stepped forward, his heart filled with anticipation.

"Hopefully, it's not just leftovers."

The walls of the room seemed to come alive as his eyes scanned the engravings on them, tracing the patterns that adorned the chamber.

And as he drew nearer, a peculiar sensation tingled at the back of his mind.

The engravings appeared familiar, resonating with an otherworldly energy.

It was Aether but not at the same time.

Unbeknownst to Emir and solely due to 'It,' his body was granted a heightened sensitivity to this script.

"Cahoots? No, they are but hounding dogs, begging the Order to let them live, thinking that it

would be better to switch sides than die manning the ship."

'So that part of the novel was true...'

"But enough about them," he said, cutting off Emir's thoughts.

"I have watched your journey unfold, Emir."

"Lyra loved mentioning you in a blindingly bright light, but that had not clouded your true

feats."

"The trials you've faced and the strength you have shown mark you as a worthy heir to the knowledge contained within this chamber, as small as those trials may be."

"The Script of Creation holds secrets that transcend most celestials' understanding, even though what you see in front of you is a simple page of the script..."

"The basics you can say, as it is the boundary that blocks Paragons from ascending to become

an Apex of this world, a true godlike being, and you are an unimaginable distance away from

attempting to understand it."

A chuckling Emir nodded.

"That's something that I fully acknowledged when attempting it."

Silent smiled.

"You have all the time in the world, unlike my true body that died long ago... You have a path

laid ahead of you, all you need to do is tread it."

"And that's what I'll do. Knowing what to look out for in the future is a major help, and

although I am thankful for all of this, I heard from Lyra that you wanted to test me?" Emir posed a question that had been stuck in his mind for a while.

"That is correct young one, although I deem you worthy of knowing this, the man my creation

was based on wouldn't have accepted you to gain knowledge that most celestials wouldn't

dare believe without a trial."

"Well... There is nothing I can do about it, so let's get to it." Emir said while a frown adorned

his face, not matching the excited tone of his voice.

"Prepare yourself to be surprised young one."

Soon after woes echoed, Silent's holographic form disappeared, and at the same time, a

section of the memorial opened, revealing an egress.

'There we go...'

Step by step, Emir passed through the doorway, only to have his path blocked by a towering

portal.

It was a gateway pulsating with Aether.

It defied the boundaries of the physical realm, a testament to the Warp Weaver's mastery over

the fabric of space and time.

Its appearance was mesmerizing, captivating his gaze as he observed the swirling vortexes

within.

It seemed to shimmer with an iridescent glow, casting ever-changing colors upon the surrounding chamber.

The Aether within the portal rippled and undulated, as if it were a living entity, beckoning

him to step through...

To venture into the unknown.