Chapter 129: Creation II

Chapter 129: Creation II



Stepping back, Emir sat on the ground before her, his mind became entangled in a web of conflicting thoughts.

"You killed her."

"She..."

The words trailed off, adrift in the sea of his own thoughts.

"Is this all your life is?"

The whispers returned, tinged with frustration.

"Just death and destruction..."

The words gave him pause, causing him to reflect for a moment...

Emir reflected on the limited scope of his thirteen years in this world, dominated by the relentless cycle of training and killing.

Though circumstances had left him with little choice, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of disillusionment.

Memories of fleeting hobbies and connections flitted through his mind.

Aside from his love for music, the occasional games with his sister, and the sporadic chess matches, he realized how few genuine pursuits he had embraced.

Thoughts of his friends, Emma and Jake, surfaced, and he wondered if they still considered him a part of their lives.

It then dawned on him that his prolonged absence might have led them to believe he was no longer alive.

"Nah...."

"FUCK THAT SHIT!"

But at that moment, Emir's frustration turned into defiance.

He refused to succumb to self-pity and doubt.

His clenched fist, colliding with his own face, served as a resounding wake-up call.

The searing pain coursing through his jaw became a stark reminder of his goal, grounding him in the reality he had crafted.

Through gritted teeth, he reaffirmed his unwavering focus.

Emir would not allow himself to succumb to this useless drivel.

"What am are you... Am I bitching about?"

"Did I forget this already?

"I vowed to become an emperor."

"This all means nothing against that goal!"

psyche.

The landscape mirrored this dichotomy as well.

The ground beneath his feet bore the marks of his past—a canvas of red splatters and fading

footprints.

But amidst the sea of crimson, patches of pristine white emerged, as if symbolizing the glimmers of hope and purity that still lingered within his soul.

Emir then stood at the intersection of blood and clarity.

He understood that this twisted world of his own creation would be his constant companion,

a reflection of his actions and choices.

With a smile etched upon his face, he knew that his time within the dream realm had come to

an end.

Closing his eyes, he focused on what awaited him.

And as his eyes fluttered open, he found himself back in the familiar surroundings of the well

of eternity, his body in the exact same position.

He existed in a state of profound absorption, embracing the weaver's veil and Aerialis aspects with every fiber of his being.

However, he now sensed that another aspect called out to him.

An aspect of creation.

It was the power of Celestia's Hand, a force that resonated with his newfound path.

Once again, he cleared his mind and surrendered himself to the deep absorption of Aether.

Months passed in a blur as he delved into the depths of his evolving powers, expanding his understanding of the Aether that flowed within him.

And when the time came to cease the cultivation of Aether, Emir stood transformed.

No longer just a knight, he emerged as a radiant figure.

A Paladin emanating celestial might.

The fusion of his existing aspects with the newfound power of Celestia's Hand granted him a

formidable presence.

But just as he was consolidating his newly gained Aspect, the voice of Silent, his guide, and

mentor, reverberated through his mind:

[Emir, you don't have time, you've got to get back to Earth now!]