Chapter 2902 Collapsing Eternity (Part 4)
The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
"He's still alive." Lith looked at Thaymos' body with Life Vision, noticing that even without the pseudo core it still had a visible mana flow and life force. "I don't know what Tyris is going to-"
Right on cue, the figure of the Great Mother in her human form appeared in the sky accompanied by a gentle radiance that lit the night as bright as day.
A wave of her hand healed the scars on the ground left by the conflict and scattered the ashes of the dead monsters. A powerful darkness spell erased the smell of death from the air and that of sweat and fear from the living, making them feel like after a relaxing hot bath.
The living corpse of Thaymos was the only reminder of the fierce battle that had just transpired.
"People of Garlen. People of Jiera. Heed my voice." Tyris sent a telepathic impulse that triggered all the communication amulets on Jiera, forcing them to project her image and carry her voice.
"For a long time, you have lived in fear of the Black Tide and of the lost city of Thaymos, not knowing that they were one and the same." The amulets projected segments of the battle where the Eternal Fortress appeared in his humanoid form and fed upon the essence of the monsters.
"The Black Tide is no more." The images now showed a Golden Griffon unleashing a beam of light that had conquered the darkness of the night and exterminated the monsters.
Then, she let go of the crystal block containing the pseudo core of the Eternal Fortress. It merged with the mass of molten rocks, rebuilding itself with astounding speed as he sucked in the surrounding world energy and Tyris provided him more.
["Please, no."] The Eternal Fortress said the moment he had a mouth again. ["Don't kill me. I'll do anything you ask. I'll protect your people. Fight other lost cities. Anything!"]
Even though no one understood his words and Thaymos had no facial muscles that could express emotions, everyone could hear the fear in his voice and feel it in his trembling limbs.
He was double her height and his limbs were covered in deadly weapons yet he was the one backing away, his hands raised in surrender.
His pleas were met with a cold, merciless gaze. Thaymos knew he had no way out but he still had to try. He turned around and started to run when Tyris took out an ancient parchment and spoke the first rune of the self-destruct spell.
["I'll be your slave. I'll do anything you want forever."]
Tyris paused for a moment, staring at him before glancing back at the camp and at the small Valeron the Second. The baby was still crying, but this time out of joy.
Lith was back. His father was back. The baby boy still had his family.
["Anything?"] She asked while tracing the runes with her fingers as slowly as possible without interrupting the spell.
["Anything!"]
["Then here's my first order for you. Die!"] Tyris resumed chanting and her fingers waved rune after rune to make up for the lost time.
Thaymos' legs were the first to disappear. Then, it was the turn of the arms. When his head crumbled, he lost every perception of the outside world and his voice distorted into a shrill shriek before ceasing.
Tyris had taken everything away from him. His mind was trapped inside an eternal blackness without any means to interact with the rest of Mogar. His memories were the only thing he had left.
And she took them away for last.
Suddenly there were holes in his memory. Thaymos could remember where he was but not what had led to his current situation. Fear of the unknown and agony soon matched as his personality regressed and became shallower with every lost memory.
Once his mind became a blank slate, it took a single rune to snuff out his consciousness. The stone chest was back to be a mere stone fortress wrapped by walls. There was no life or magic left in them, only the coldness of the night.
The final remnant of Thaymos the Eternal Fortress cracked as the last remnants of the forbidden spells faded and the souls imprisoned within fought their way out.