As Aldar, Ally, and Jareth made their way to the Tower of the Black Sun.
Especially for Aldar and Ally, as they are from Void Star, and under normal circumstances they would not get close to the Tower of Black Sun.
Jareth, carrying the remaining coins dedicated to the investigation, turned to Archvel, a genuine smile on his face,
"Archvel, my friend, I cannot thank you enough. The Tower of the Black Sun owes you a great debt."
Archvel nodded.
"It was the right thing to do. At least I earn something from it."
Jareth's gaze softened as he chuckled,
"Archvel. The Tower of the Black Sun would be honored to have you join our ranks."
Archvel's eyes widened slightly.
"I appreciate your kind words, Jareth. However, at this moment, I have other plans. I am sure you know about it, as I said it to you before."
Jareth nodded.
He knew Archvel did not want to join any organization, but he still wanted to invite him.
"I understand, Archvel. It is your journey, and you must follow your own path. Should you ever change your mind, remember that the Tower of the Black Sun will always welcome you."
Aldar and Ally, who had been listening attentively, shared a glance of understanding.
Aldar looked at Archvel and then started speaking.
It is clear that he wanted to invite Archvel to Void Star too, but knowing that he rejected Jareth, it would not be the best idea to try.
"Archvel, Should you ever need our assistance or wish to collaborate in the future, know that Void Star will be there."
Archvel smiled warmly, grateful for their support.
"Thank you, Aldar, Ally.”
After the small talk was over, they proceeded to the Tower of the Black Sun Council.
Jareth presented their findings, detailing the deceitful plot orchestrated by the Death Tree Organization.
The council members listened intently, their expressions shifting from surprise to anger.
Acknowledging the urgency of the situation, the council pledged their support in bringing the Death Tree Organization to the grounds and decided to increase their peace and cooperation with Void Star.
As the meeting concluded, Jareth turned to Archvel once more.
"Archvel, this is the token of The Tower Of Black Sun; as long as you have it, it will be shown to others that you are a friend of the organization."
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Archvel clasped Jareth's hand firmly as he took the token with a black sun symbol on it, a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes.
"Thank you, Jareth. Your guidance and friendship have meant a great deal to me."
With a final farewell,
Archvel went on his journey, carrying with him the experiences and knowledge he had gained. The Tower of Black Sun, Void Star, all of these organizations, and their members His time in this small town was over.
He took a deep breath and then nodded as he left the city after gathering food and other essential resources.
He had a total of 50 gold coins in his pocket and believed that this amount should be enough for himself for the time being.
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Archvel took a deep breath and looked at the entrance, a smile on his face.
“Now, I understand how important it is to have this place for myself only.”
After leaving the town, Archvel came to the The Dark Archive Temple.
"Yeah, this place is really different; I can feel it."
Archvel commented as he entered the temple about the way he got out the first time he was awake.
With each step, Archvel inspected the surroundings with more understanding.
“It is different now.”
“When I first opened my eyes here, I did not think that these walls and everything here would be this important.”
“Now that I know more, I should value it.”
Archvel's eyes traced the ancient markings, his mind racing to decipher their meaning.
Moving through the grand hall, Archvel's gaze shifted to the doorways leading to the temple's inner chambers.
Ten rooms awaited him.
"Yeah, this place is bigger than I thought it would be..."
Archvel commented as he started entering the rooms.
He has already found ten rooms that he can search for.
The first room he entered was vast, its size surpassing one hundred square meters.
Stone beds and tables stood solemnly against the walls, their surfaces covered in a thin layer of dust.
Archvel couldn't help but wonder who had once rested here and what purpose these chambers had served in the temple's ancient past.
As he moved from room to room, Archvel found himself surrounded by an overwhelming collection of parchments.
He longed to delve into their contents.
"Right now, it is not the best time to get lost in the sea of knowledge. It is best for me to just keep on searching for everything."
Archvel's mind raced with the possibilities held within the temple's walls.
But he knew that for the time being, these things were not that important, and he needed to have a basic understanding of the temple itself.
In the quiet solitude of the temple, Archvel couldn't help but utter soft comments to himself, reflecting on the magnitude of his discoveries.
"These inscriptions hold a power and wisdom that have been lost to time, from what I can understand..." he whispered.
Archvel's heart yearned to seize every piece of knowledge within his grasp, to consume the wisdom held within the parchments and inscriptions.
But duty called, urging him to focus on his target.
With a heavy sigh, Archvel exited the Dark Archive Temple for the time being.
"There are many things to do."
Archvel started thinking about his past life as the air of the temple reminded him of the time that he opened his eyes in this place for the first time in his life.
"How good would it have been if people had just treated me right back then?"
Archvel could not help but remember his childhood and the time when he was a teen as well as a young man, opening his eyes to the world of understanding society.
Back then, he had nothing; he was not going to have anything, as it seemed.
It was a painful experience for him to understand these things, but it was not the best one.
"These things are not going to be forgotten, and all humans will pay for their existing nature."
Archvel thought as he let out a cold breath.
His eyes were burning with the evil and the malice towards his own race, the time, the back, and all those things that happened to him.