Chapter 389 The Calm Before The Storm



Just like that, the fire spirit became their ally, and the number of tattoos on Vaeral's body increased.

"It seems that they are in a hurry, just like us," Malon said while furrowing his eyebrows.

"Putting that aside, we should start thinking about what we should do after we gather the spirits," Ailen said. "We have to correct history, right?"

"Not exactly… what happens in history, it is bound to happen no matter what," Ervan explained. "Even if history is being rewritten, that was bound to happen. Besides, no one can do what Tenebres can. We can only defeat him, but undoing his work is beyond the control of mortal hands."

The group wanted to understand how it was possible that the history being rewritten was something that was supposed to happen. Aion could understand that since he was doing the same behind the shadows while helping those guys. Perhaps the reason for the fact that Malon in the tower readily decided to talk with him was because he knew instinctively who Aion was… it was hard to be sure. Things were becoming way too complicated.

In any case, the group continued their journey while heading to the ocean this time. As the group ventured far beyond the known seas, their search for the elusive Temple of the Water Spirit led them to a forgotten island. The island, shrouded in mystery and seclusion, seemed to emerge from the depths of the ocean as a hidden sanctuary for the element of water.

Upon reaching the island's shores, they were greeted by a breathtaking sight. The temple stood proudly at the island's center, perched atop a craggy cliff that overlooked the vast expanse of the ocean. It was a solitary figure against the backdrop of the swirling waves, a testament to the power and majesty of the Water Spirit.

The temple itself was a masterful blend of natural and man-made elements. It appeared as though it had been seamlessly carved from the surrounding rock formations as if the very island had shaped it over centuries of wind and water erosion. The stones that comprised the temple were worn and weathered, bearing the marks of time and the relentless caress of the sea.

A series of cascading waterfalls surrounded the temple, their crystal-clear streams merging into a small lagoon that encircled the sacred structure. The gentle sound of rushing water filled the air, creating a soothing melody that seemed to harmonize with the rhythmic crashing of waves upon the island's shores.

As the group approached the temple, they noticed intricate carvings etched into the stone walls. These depictions told stories of oceanic creatures, mythical sea serpents, and mighty tidal forces. The carvings seemed to come to life as the sunlight played upon their surfaces, evoking a sense of movement and fluidity.

Stepping through the temple's grand entrance, they found themselves in a vast chamber adorned with intricate seashell mosaics. The walls shimmered with pearlescent hues, reflecting the soft glow emanating from clusters of glowing bioluminescent organisms that clung to the ceiling.

In the center of the chamber stood a magnificent pool, its water glimmering with an otherworldly radiance. The pool seemed to possess a mystical depth, inviting visitors to peer into its seemingly endless abyss. Floating atop the water were delicate lotus blossoms, their petals unfolding in an eternal dance, symbolizing purity and enlightenment.

The air within the temple was cool and infused with a hint of brine, carrying the gentle fragrance of the sea. Soft, filtered sunlight filtered through cracks in the ceiling, casting ethereal rays that danced upon the surface of the water, creating an ever-changing play of light and shadow.

Some drops of water fell from the walls, and they eventually began to move toward the altar in the middle of the place. The water accumulated until, eventually, it turned into a water tornado.

"Travelers from different time periods, I welcome you all to my temple. The world needs the bravery and willpower of people like you to last for as long as it can. You have my blessing to fight for our world."

Easy peasy again… the group celebrated since now they had another powerful ally. The more of the power they used, the less mana Vaeral would need to control them. Still, it seemed that they would need that much to face the army of the kingdom that was working on Tenebres at that time. They had to do that since Tenebres could summon them to their side if he needed to…

The chances of that happening were small, but no one could tell what a cornered beast would do. Regardless, Aion felt that their last conquests seemed too easy… the enemies didn't get in their way at all… were they really that busy?

"I guess this is the calm before the storm… Still, those guys are getting quite good with their magic, so perhaps things will be fine," Aion thought. "I can wholeheartedly believe that after being attacked by enemies of several ages and almost dying on a time trap."

They knew the location of the final spirit as well; it was in a desert, so they headed toward it as well. As the group ventured deep into the expansive and unforgiving desert, their search for the Temple of the Earth Spirit led them to a place of profound solitude and timeless beauty. The majestic Temple of the Earth Spirit stood at the heart of the vast expanse, rising from the shifting sands like a beacon of stability.

The temple's location was awe-inspiring. It was nestled within a vast oasis, an oasis that seemed to emerge miraculously amidst the harsh desert landscape. Towering sand dunes encircled the sanctuary, their golden waves frozen in time as if paying homage to the temple's significance.

Approaching the temple, the group observed the subtle majesty of its design. Constructed from the very earth it honored, the temple blended seamlessly with the desert surroundings. Its exterior walls were fashioned from sun-baked clay, displaying intricate patterns and reliefs inspired by the natural wonders of the desert: swirling patterns reminiscent of wind-sculpted sands, images of desert flora and fauna, and representations of the powerful forces that shaped the arid landscape.