Unholy Player

Chapter 547: The Creator of the Primora Path

Adyr moved to see who it was, but as he got closer, the silhouette never became clear to him. It looked like transparent energy shaped into a human outline, wavering faintly against the empty backdrop.

After getting close enough, he stopped and called out, “The weather is excellent today, isn’t it?”

He knew there was no question or word that could truly make sense in this place. It had to be one of those meaningless dreams he had been seeing so far. So he said whatever came to mind, just enough to get a response.

The silhouette’s head turned toward him slowly without rising from the chair. It looked at him with no features visible, no eyes, no mouth.

Then it replied in an aged voice, “Is it?”

There was no emotion in the voice that could be sensed. Yet for some reason, Adyr could feel it belonged to a man who had lost everything and accepted it.

A calm that came only after the last thing worth holding onto was gone.

Adyr didn’t say another word. He walked over calmly, sat on the chair opposite, and stared at the energy body. His posture stayed steady, as though this was an ordinary meeting.

“You look like you’re made of Primora Path energy,” he said casually.

The energy body looked very similar to his own energy body inside his Sanctuary, or God Domain, with its new name. It carried the same half-real texture of power shaped into a person.

More strangely, after he said the word “Primora,” nothing phenomenal happened. There was no pushback, no pressure in the air. Nothing happened the way it always did when he tried to say the word.

“Indeed,” the being answered, calm and certain. “In the end, the Path was mine.”

“I see.” Adyr didn’t look very surprised. He still couldn’t tell whether this was part of his dreams, his mind playing tricks on him, or something real.

The being didn’t seem to care about the lack of reaction, but something else weighed on him. The transparent energy on his face rippled slightly, showing the shape of a small frown. “That was once true. Before you ended my existence and took it from me.”

A moment later, the weight in his voice softened, and a thin strand of old humor slipped through. “Do not mistake me. I lay no blame upon you. I was the one who called you to do it.”

Adyr felt confused. He didn’t know what this conversation was about, but he didn’t break the flow. He continued as though they had been talking for a long time. “And why did you want to die?”

The being laughed, pleased by the question. The sound echoed strangely in the emptiness. “Is that not plain?” Then he sighed. “I lived too long. No sane mind was made to bear such length.”

As he spoke, the space around them began to change, responding to his voice like a command.

“I was born alone.”

The light surrounding everything vanished, leaving nothingness. Only the chairs remained, and their figures hung suspended in a blank, silent void.

“Then I shaped what was not.”

In the nothingness, a small round shape appeared, dim at first, then clearer, floating between them.

“I gave meaning to my creation.”

Green and blue colors began to spread across the round shape, and Adyr realized in that moment that it was a planet, with oceans and land forming across its surface.

“I set my gaze within them, and they awoke.”

Life forms emerged on the planet. Civilizations formed. Kingdoms rose, and kingdoms fell. Their rise and collapse played out in quick succession, as if time were being folded and shown to him in fragments.

The being’s voice continued. It rose toward the end and carried hints of happiness and amusement, like someone remembering something precious and far away.

“Then I was granted a hearth. Children. Kin. A people. I was born alone, and I ended up belonging.”

His voice dropped again. “Yet I learned what all things learn, in the end. That all must pass. So I called you.”

Adyr asked with interest, “So I ended everything. Is that it?”

The being chuckled and shook his head. “You ended it, yes. But only for me.” The energy rippled on his face again, shaping into something close to a smile. “For you, it was only the beginning. I did not think an Arbiter could know feeling.”

For the first time, Adyr’s expression changed, his brows drawing together. “What do you mean?”

The being didn’t answer immediately. He watched Adyr for a while, then replied with care. “You have not yet faced my daughter, have you?”

“Your daughter?” Adyr repeated softly. A headache started to form, sharp and sudden behind his eyes. “Who is your—” He wanted to ask, but his words were cut short.

The space around them began to shake. The air trembled, as though something outside was pressing in.

Light and darkness suddenly flooded the nothingness, pouring in from above and spreading across the void in opposing waves.

“This is where our speech ends,” the being said, and the sigh that followed sounded genuinely worn out. “Your children have little patience. They would not grant this old one even a breath for farewell.”

He rose from his seat and looked above, where light and darkness kept pouring in. The energy rippled across his face more deeply, carrying a tender sorrow and a quiet yearning.

“It gladdens me to see you both.” he added in a very soft tone. “Please carry my wishes to her, if she allows.”

In a blink, the entire space crumbled. It broke apart like fragile glass. Adyr shut his eyes as the impact surged through his whole body.

When he opened them again, he found himself staring at the monochrome sun hanging in the sky.

It looked magnificent and, at the same time, utterly alone.

—-

“Am I back?” Adyr felt the cold light of the sun and the golden platform beneath him, still not sure whether the sensations were real this time.

He pushed himself upright, dragging his long, lifeless wings with him.

He looked around, trying to understand where he was.

Everything around him was a mess of chaos. Crumpled metal fragments were scattered everywhere, and bodies lay across the ground, with no clear sign of whether they were alive or dead.

He unfolded his wings, drew them in, and stepped down from the platform slowly.

He walked to the nearest body lying on the ground.

“Eren?” He recognized him immediately as he bent down and checked his pulse, confirming he was still alive.

What happened here? he thought, rising again, his eyes devouring every detail in the area, each small piece fitting into his mind as part of a much larger story.

But he didn’t have time to think. A voice reached him from the sky. A woman’s voice, filled with fear and awe at the same time.

“Who are you?”

Adyr looked up and saw a woman with red hair tied into 2 high ponytails, dark skin, and crimson eyes staring down at him with tense focus, a white uniform fitted to her body, and blood-red bat wings spread behind her.

Near her hovered another figure that looked like a machine, flames jetting from beneath its feet to keep it suspended in the air. It looked at him with similar crimson eyes, frozen in disbelief.

When Adyr saw the white uniforms, he guessed they were human-made, but the figures themselves were completely unfamiliar.

He could also feel their aura and power, unmistakably Rank 4 Practitioners.

Are they Blood Path Practitioners? How long was I asleep? he thought silently, weighing their identity.

“It should be me asking who you are and what you’re doing in my territory,” Adyr answered without raising his voice or losing his calm.

The moment they heard him, their expressions shifted, understanding settling over them.

“So it was you. The ruler of this place.” Kaelor murmured in a heavy voice, only now understanding that the phenomenon earlier, the one that made them rush here to see what was happening, had been caused by the leader of the Human race.

Shortly after, more figures started to arrive on the scene.

A silver light flashed across the sky, Zephan appearing near the two Blood Path Practitioners.

Liora arrived next on her flying cloud, moving as fast as she could, with Throgar behind her, riding his giant eye.

More Rank 4 Practitioners followed after them. Lunari, Gorathim, Aqualeth, Obsidran, and even Houndkin poured in one after another, quickly crowding the sky. The same fear and awe showed clearly on their faces.

They scanned the area first, searching for something. When they couldn’t find what they were looking for, their eyes shifted one by one until they all landed on Adyr.

Adyr’s gaze hardened as it met theirs.

Can anyone explain what’s happening here? He thought silently, unable to bring himself to ask the question out loud.

But one thing was certain by looking at their faces. Whatever these powerful Practitioners had rushed here to witness had to be so unbelievable that it had shaken every one of them to the core.