Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Nothing, nothing was heard of the Elemental guild, not after one day, not after ten days. And they wouldn’t dare bring down the barrier.

Once that barrier comes down whatever is inside that gate will pour out and it will be the end of Rigeria city. This was an obvious failure. Even the Elemental guild with all their boast and strength, couldn’t bring down this dungeon.

Thanks to this the association begin to suspect the possibility of this dungeon being higher than a level 10 dungeon.

And the main forces of Therut were beginning to get concerned.

After the loss of the Elemental guild. There was a worldwide meeting of all pontifices which was announced to the entire world and was to take place in the World Association Tower.

A building that exist for the sole purpose of that day that all the national associations that existed within the world of Therut would gather and delicate matters of monsters and dungeons. No one ever thought it would be a meeting place for Pontifexes

Pontifexes were seen as having absolute power, greater than even kings and Emperors if one was to say. And this is because of their direct link to the archons themselves, all archons are in a state of slumber— however, it is possible for the pontifices to enter their subconscious and know the will of the archon. This is how heroes are chosen— dust is a power that the archons possess and can bestow upon the creature. It is just like the bestowal of a name, only that in this case the dust carries the essence of the name– the humans are able to them rub off the power of the archons through the dust, just like how a monster would rub off the power of its name once it is named.

With the pontifices are the will and words of the archons and the fact that they have gathered was a surety that the archons have finally spoken.

No one would have ever thought that The World Association Tower would be a place where Pontifexes would gather, this kind of occasion had never happened– a situation where all eight pontifices, has never had to happen before now.

Each Pontifexes with their paladin and each from an exotic limousine could be seen getting down in front of the broad car park of the tower that could be compared with the runaway of airplanes, if not even bigger.

The Pontifex of the light archon,

The Pontifex of the throne archon,

The Pontifex of the Hound archon,

The pontifex of the Hound archon,

The Pontifex of the Shield archon,

The Pontifex of the Sword archon,

The Pontifex of the Spear archon,

The Pontifex of the nature archon.

All eight could be seen, some male, some female but all in glamorous attires that made it so easy to identify them, and each of them surrounded by a parade of paladins as they moved into the building. The park and the front of the tower itself were swarming with reporters that were being kept on a leash by the police and the agents from the World Heroes Association.

Everyone patiently awaits the result of their meeting.

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Felfhiem(Jarhan)

“Please brother, I beg you. Please help teacher.”

Absalom relentlessly begged at the castle gate of his half brother who is the lord castle that had delivered Volmak to the Realm lord of the Kania, the thirteenth realm.

Even after explaining to Absalom that it was not possible to help Volmak anymore at this point, he didn’t give up and banged the large door with all his strength sometimes, the stone walls of the castle would tremble as though they wouldn’t be able to endure another of that strike.

Valac wasn’t one that was fond of his brother especially since he was the son of an archdemon, compared to him who was just birthed from a great demon and had just recently evolved to become a great demon which was how he earned the title of the Lord of the castle and also became one of the reckonable forces in Jarhan but still wasn’t Jarhan’s realm lord. Being a realm lord was different, it meant one was in the books of the seven archdemons, and it had good and bad sides to it. And for Valac who preferred to be a lowkey demon was okay not to be noticed.

Should he decide to rescue Volmak, all that would change? Apart from entering the book of the archdemon, he would never be able to defeat Flauros.

But his stupid and reckless younger brother was not ready to believe that. And it gave him a lot of problems. .

“Should I just rip his heart out?”

Valac mumbled as he sat lazily, leaning into his seat, tired and fed up with the situation.

“My lord, you can’t do that. Lady Lilith will–

“Yes, I know. She will probably come for my head. She didn’t give us the kind of affection she shows towards him… but that is what makes him so cocky.”

“What about you see this as an opportunity to build a relationship with your brother Absalom.”

Valac chuckled.

“You don’t know anything Falas. You are a good advisor no doubt but I can’t do that. I am not the only one that hates Absalom, he is hated by even his father’s offspring, the vampires refuse him… me? Me who was a mistake from his mother’s affection with a lowly demon. Every time, I see him it burns nothing but envy and hatred into my bones.”

“But still you care for him, don’t you? I’ve seen the way you look at him, you wish you can change things and accept him sometimes.”

Valac looked at the old man that was standing adjacent to him and looked forward towards the large red door of his throne room.

“I want to help Volmak too… but what do I do when he freed the Fenrir. However, it is weird.”

“What is?”

“It’s been several weeks. But we have not heard of the Fenrir at all.”

“Then what might that mean?”

His advisor leaned further to him, paying rapt attention to Valac.

“That human… that human, I forgot the fact that he was supposed to be dead according to the Commander’s report. He was thrown into the Fenrir’s pit.”

“But there’s no way a human would have defeated the Fenrir.”

His advisor put forth.

“You are right Falas, there are a lot of problems attached to this matter. If I’m going to get clarity on this, I need that human.” A wide grin spread accords his face. “Let that brat in.”