Return of the Mythic Bloodline

From the morning of the next day, Nymeria, Ume, and Taranis divided their work. Now that the celebration was done, they began to focus all their attention on the approaching Doom.

Following Taranis’s plan, Ume busied herself, planning the blueprint of an array in the clouds above Asia, her fingers tracing intricate patterns of light in the air as she calculated the positioning and energy flow needed for the massive formation.

Nymeria went to the Black Raven Guild, where she connected with the representatives of all the major nations via projector, using Aryan’s help to establish the link, and informed them about the fate of the world. The screen flickered with the faces of world leaders, their expressions ranging from curiosity to concern.

Her news about the sheer number of monsters about to come left everyone stunned. Some of them even demanded the authenticity of such information, while others outright refused to believe it, shaking their heads in denial. Only a few that seemed actually convinced were the ones who appeared most pale, their faces drained of colour. If what she said was really true, then it was indeed the end of the world. The current calamity had not even ended completely, and millions of humans had already died.

Nymeria did not try to convince them into believing her, nor did she sugarcoat the next demand she made. Her voice remained cold, unwavering, leaving no room for debate.

"Miss Nymeria, if we really do as you say, can you guarantee the safety of the Earth?" The Prime Minister of India asked, his tone calm, although there was fear creeping deep within it.

"If my commands are followed, the humans might have a chance of a last stand, instead of being one-sidedly slaughtered," Nymeria revealed in a cold tone, her gaze unwavering, that only caused more nervousness among the nation’s leaders. The silence that followed was heavy, each leader processing the gravity of her words.

The meeting went on for a few more minutes and eventually ended with everyone agreeing. The nations that did not believe her words also agreed to her demand because of the protection she, Ume, and Taranis had provided them. They did not want to offend the three most powerful Awakeners altogether. Besides, the demand was not outrageous either, given the number of lives they had saved. It was a small price for survival.

As for Taranis himself...

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"Not here either," Taranis sighed after looking through every corner of the Hastinapur city. The streets were bustling with life, the markets filled with vendors and shoppers, but none of them were who he sought. Although his senses were sharp enough to sense anyone in the radius of several kilometres, he still could not find him anywhere around the city.

He had looked around the temple where he had gone inside the D-Ranked gate with Jasmine and the ruins where Saya and Sword King Rudra had clashed, but there was no clue of him there either. The places were empty of the presence he was searching for.

"Now only one place remains," Taranis murmured to himself, his gaze shifting to the distant Shivalik Hills, their peaks rising against the horizon.

Pushing the earth with his feet, he hurled into the air, reaching the zenith of the highest hill. The wind whipped past him, his hair flowing behind him as he surveyed the landscape below.

From the zenith, the Shivalik Hills looked like a series of low, uneven ridges draped in dense green forests. Narrow valleys cut between them, while winding streams rustled the leaves of the dense trees.

Taranis released his Soulforce into the earth, spreading it to every direction on the land like a stretching outer circle. To the large animals like a group of elephants passing the river, a tiger sleeping peacefully below the shade of a tree, a bird sitting on its nest on the branch of a tree while a snake slowly climbed its bark, and small insects like a bee drinking the nectar of a flower, nothing escaped his vision.

He could sense even something as mere as the rustling of a leaf on a tree in the forest. As his Soulforce spread through half of the hills, he found a blindspot. No matter how much he focused, it was the only part he could not sense anything, a void in his perception.

"Found him," Taranis murmured, opening his eyes as he jumped again, reaching the remote area of a hill with dense forest and tall bushes.

He moved through the bushes, which revealed a human-sized natural cave dug into the grey stone of the hill, its entrance hidden from casual view. The dark path of the narrow cave continued for a hundred metres, the walls closing in, ending with a small room at the end, lit by a faint, ethereal glow.

At the small stone platform in the centre, an old saint sat in a lotus position. The face of the sage was framed by a long white beard and moustache. His eyebrow hair reached all the way down to his beard, and his face bore countless wrinkles. On his forehead, a white ribbon was tied, dyed crimson at the centre.

His body was rotting with festering wounds, oozing pus and blood. His one hand rested on a wooden stick, his eyes closed as he prayed in low whispers. His lips were the only visible movement in his otherwise still body, the words barely audible.

Taranis decided not to disturb the sage. He sat at the corner of the room and closed his own eyes, his breathing slowing as he waited in respectful silence.

Several hours passed when the sage finally opened his eyes.

"Your presence has brought a calamity upon Prithvi," the sage said in a broken voice, his voice carrying no emotion as if he was merely stating a fact.

"I know, senior," Taranis replied in a low tone, his eyes lowered in humility, acknowledging the truth of the sage’s words.

The sage’s eyes narrowed at Taranis’s chest, his gaze fixed on something invisible to the naked eye. He gestured with his stick for Taranis to come closer.

Taranis obliged, moving forward as he took the spot just before the platform. The sage shifted the fabric of his shirt, his glare fixing on the mark on Taranis’s chest that was not even visible, yet he could see it clearly.

"You have been marked by death," the sage revealed, causing Taranis to flinch in surprise for a moment, his breath catching.

"This is why I came here seeking your help, senior," Taranis revealed, his voice earnest. "A creature called Pisach will soon invade the Earth. I do not possess enough strength to defeat it. May you aid me in the battle against it? The fate of the world depends upon it."

The sage slowly closed his eyes, a long pause settling between them. As he opened them, he met Taranis’s gaze and asked, "Do you truly not possess the strength to stop the destruction of Earth?"

The question produced an instant reaction from Taranis, his grip tightening around his knees, his face lowering in shame and frustration.

"You have broken through to True Sage, the realm the current Prithvi does not allow."

His voice remained calm as he asked again, "Do you truly not possess the might to save Prithvi, or are you afraid of the price that comes with it?"

Taranis’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as the sage read him like an open book.

His lips began shivering, his iris shaking as he finally spoke up, "My wife is pregnant... I want to stay with her..."

He extended his trembling arms forward, his voice breaking completely, "I-I want to hold my child in my arms... I want to give my wives the love of a husband, my child the love of a father..."

He raised his head, tears trickling down his cheeks, leaving glistening trails, as he continued, his voice pleading, "I-I do not want to die. Please help me... I beg of you... Lord Ashwathama."

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