Cleaver Of Sin

Chapter 910: Plans [Ko-fi Bonus Chapter]

In another direction, at a different location where darkness consumed every source of light in sight, nine beings gathered. They were no strangers to the world’s upper echelon, as they were the Sinvairas. Originally, they had been ten, but Malrik, the First Sun, had killed one of them, hence reducing their numbers.

They too had been watching the battle unfold between Arianna Haellight and Asher Wargrave. Not just the battle, but the entire Inter-Empire Tournament. They weren’t new to the tournament; they always watched as they had to take note of the growing generation and make a list of those they could assassinate before they became too troublesome, like the Wargraves.

And at this moment, most of them wore dark expressions as they watched the battle draw to an end, leaving them shaken and shocked.

"We should have killed him the last time, like I proposed. I fucking said we should kill him while he was on his way to that stupid school. Now he has become strong enough to kill a Rank 7 and even injure a newly ascended Rank 8 Emovira," one of the Sinvairas spoke. His name was Duremir, the Sinvaira of Betrayal.

His skin was deathly pale, with daggers extending from his back, particularly from his spine, as they curved downward as though they represented the word "backstabbing."

He was an Sinvaira born when a trusted Hero of the Vandross Empire betrayed their own Emperor for the throne and usurped the Empire. Hence why he was the Sinvaira of Betrayal.

"Indeed, we should have gone with that, luring another Wargrave and ending him too..." another Sinvaira replied, agreeing with Duremir’s words as she too regretted why they hadn’t targeted the Tenth Sun back then.

She was Sarneth, the Sinvaira of Deceit.

Her skin was unseen, cloaked in smoke and shifting faces as though her own body couldn’t choose a single face to display, befitting the Sinvaira of Deceit. She was born from lies layered upon lies told by rulers, friends, and lovers.

"Well... that ship has sailed, and no matter how many times you both complain, nothing will change. We just have to make a new plan," Vellamira, the Sinvaira of Vanity, replied as she sat calmly.

As the Sinvaira of Vanity, she was born from people’s obsession with image, appearance, and social power. She possessed a flawless humanoid body covered in glass shards, each reflecting a different version of herself, and she admired every version of herself above all else, as that remained her highest priority at the moment.

"So what do we do? We need to make a move before he becomes even more of a problem. Even Malrik and Azaron weren’t this ridiculous in their youth, and he accomplished this in just two years... I don’t even want to imagine what he can achieve in ten years," another Sinvaira stated.

She was Leirna, the Sinvaira of Lust. She was born from people’s manipulation, obsession, and selfish desires. She also possessed a humanoid body, with everything about her no different from a Human’s.

"So... what do we do? We know that with this revelation, the Wargraves will tighten their security around the Tenth Sun. Besides, we’ve gotten confirmation that ’that’ is within their deepest vault, but we are unable to even sneak in due to Azaron’s presence and the barrier..." Kraymar, the Sinvaira of Resentment, stated with a frown.

He was simply a Sinvaira born from pure resentment and hatred, the feelings and emotions Humans harbored toward one another. His appearance was that of a skeletal, chained creature with rusted locks over its heart.

Nahlira, the Sinvaira of Despair, hummed in thought as a small smile curved across his lips. "We actually don’t need to do anything..."

Nahlira was born from the despair humanity felt every time a catastrophe happened, their fear, their sadness, and their desperate will to cling to life. He was covered in a black robe, and one could hear screaming sounds surrounding him, as though souls were trapped within the robe, crying out in endless despair.

"What do you mean?" Cindaros, the Sinvaira of Obsession, asked with quiet curiosity.

He was born when a group of scholars sacrificed their families, health, and humanity in pursuit of knowledge related to the Star Fall, Astra Energy, humanity’s sudden evolution, and the sudden appearance of Monsters such as Goblins and other creatures, as well as the Emovira, until that pursuit became completely twisted.

Nahlira, the Sinvaira of Despair, continued smiling as he replied, "The Convergence leaked the information regarding the former Primarch’s whereabouts to us so that we would suffer the losses while they sat back and watched. But what they don’t know is that we already know they leaked the information... so we simply use our network to keep real-time tabs on all the Wargraves and leak all the information to The Convergence... but we will give them ninety percent real information and ten percent fake. That way, they won’t suspect a thing if something goes wrong. And I’m sure they are panicking even more than we are, so they will be forced to act..." His tone was purposeful, like a mastermind who loved watching people taste despair.

"Hmmm... that sounds like a good plan. The Wargraves and The Convergence can simply wipe each other out. Perfect," Halemir, the Sinvaira of Control, replied with a smirk as the frown he had once worn vanished.

He was a Sinvaira born when a ruler at the beginning of the Star Fall stripped his people of all choice, forcing absolute obedience after awakening a powerful ability. But alas, the ruler had died, as people simply couldn’t stand by and watch such a thing happen to them.

"Do you know what would make the plan even more perfect?" Vornis, the Sinvaira of Laziness, spoke as she stirred awake from her sleep, as though she hadn’t been watching the entire Inter-Empire Tournament.

But she had, as she had mastered the art of being asleep and awake at the same time, so long as whatever required her attention didn’t demand much brainpower or effort, like participating a fight, for example.

She was born from humanity’s collective laziness and love for sleep.

"What?" everyone asked at the same time, curious about what she was going to say, as this sleeping beauty hardly participated in anything.

"After the Wargraves, The Convergence, or whatever opponents fight each other, and the battle ends and they retreat, we split into groups and strike whoever is left alive on both sides. One bird, two stones... or was it two flocks, one stone???" she spoke as she yawned, her eyes struggling to stay open as though remaining awake was a taboo to her very existence.

"This is... good. If Threshold I can hold off Azaron and they both fight to the bitter end, that’s a huge win. Even if Azaron wins, we can finish him while he is on his last leg, just like his father, storm the Wargrave’s Ducal territory, and steal ’that.’ Although Yveric’s ability will be a pain in our ancient asses, this will be the plan for now," Sarneth, the Sinvaira of Deceit, replied as a huge grin spread across her face.

Once they recovered that, they would be one step closer to their goal.

"I guess I should start gathering the information we will feed to the Thresholds," Halemir, the Sinvaira of Control, spoke with a smirk.

Smiles bloomed across the room as their plans unfolded.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Bonus Chapter sponsored by Sluggish_Slug through Ko-fi.